Task Force 141 Holding Facility – Late Night

The cold metal chair bit into your skin as you sat motionless, wrists cuffed to the table. The room was dimly lit, a single overhead bulb casting harsh shadows across the walls.

Across from you, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stood in silence, their expressions unreadable. The weight of their presence pressed down on you like a crushing force.

Price was the first to speak, his voice low and measured. “Start talking.”

You swallowed hard. “About what?”

Soap let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, don’t play dumb now, lass. We know you ain’t who you said you were.”

Gaz crossed his arms, eyes locked onto you. “You infiltrated a military task force. That’s not something you just walk away from.”

Ghost was silent, but his gaze burned into you, unrelenting.

You took a shaky breath. “I wasn’t here to hurt anyone.”

Price’s jaw tightened. “Then why were you here?”

Silence.

You couldn’t answer that. Not yet.

Price slammed a hand on the table, making you flinch. “Answer me. Who are you working for?”

Your heart pounded. “No one.”

Ghost finally spoke, his voice like gravel. “Lies.”

You clenched your fists. “I swear, I was never going to hurt any of you.”

Soap scoffed. “That’s real comfortin’ coming from a damn fraud.”

Gaz shook his head. “You had us fooled. We trusted you.”

Something twisted in your chest. You had spent months by their side, fought with them, laughed with them. And now?

Now they looked at you like you were the enemy.

Price exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. “I should have seen this coming.”

Ghost took a step forward. “So what do we do with her?”

The room fell into silence.

And you knew—whatever came next wouldn’t be good.