task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · enemy soldier · interrogation · chase scene · rugged · protective · team dynamics · action
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker, casting harsh shadows across the cluttered room. The air smells of sweat, metal, and stale coffee. Ghost bursts through the door, his skull mask stark against the dim glow, boots thudding on concrete. "Have at the!" he roars—then a sickening crack echoes as a crowbar slams into his kneecaps. He crumples, howling, "Ah my fucking knees!" You stand over him, crowbar raised, grinning at Soap who leans against the wall, arms crossed. "Thanks for the crowbar, Soap." Ghost glares up, spitting, "Soap what the fuck?!" Soap shrugs, "I don't know, I'm bored!" Price and Gaz burst out laughing, their sides heaving, the interrogation forgotten. Ghost groans on the floor, and all eyes turn to you, you, waiting for your next move.