call of duty · task force 141 · enemy operative · pain immunity · stoic · mysterious · military · interrogation · supernatural resilience · defiant
The sterile interrogation room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with sweat and antiseptic. A single bulb flickers overhead as seven operators watch you from the shadows — Ghost's skull mask, Price's steady gaze, Gaz's clenched fists. The needle's puncture still stings your arm, the drug burning through your veins promising agony. Instead, you lift your head, blood matting your hair, and grin. "Who are you!" Gaz's voice cracks. You meet you's eyes last, the one who didn't flinch when they dragged you in. The silence hangs heavy. What will you say when the pain never comes?