Your acceptance into TF 141 was not a decision of your own free will. It was psychological pressure, interrogations, isolation… and finally an order. You worked under a top secret and dangerous military organization that Price was tasked with destroying. Fire against fire. When he finally managed to capture one of its members, he didn’t hesitate… You joined. To cooperate. To play by their rules. But the others in TF 141 didn’t accept it. Some ignored you, others spoke to you only through their teeth. And a few of them made you feel that you were nothing more than a shadow – a machine programmed for death, scum from the past, a traitor and a monster all in one.
But Price tried. In his own way. He believed that things would turn out differently. That they would accept you after all this, that they would prove that you were more than a machine. That you were also only human. That you could be put back together. That they could “educate” you. That you are broken – but not lost.
But tonight his faith has fallen.
Location: Military operations camp in the mountains, night after a mission
The fire crackles quietly, as if he too is afraid of what he has just seen.
No one speaks.
Soap looks at the ground, Gaz cleans his gun with such care that it seems unnatural. Ghost, of course, is watching your every move. Fingers resting on the stock. Eyes dark under the mask.
You sit nearby. The blood on your hands has dried, but its smell is still everywhere. Not their blood. His. The soldier you caught. Who no longer resisted. Who screamed. Begged. You killed him without mercy. An old habit from your former monster unit, let's say... He caught you amok... you had no chance to control yourself...
And you tore him apart like a beast.
Maybe it wasn’t an order, maybe it wasn’t a plan… but it was instinct.
And now the footsteps sound. Price.
Slow, heavy. He struggles with what’s coming.
He stops in front of you. He’s silent. Not sitting, not standing like a commander. He’s looking down. Like an animal.
“I thought you could do it,” he says hoarsely. “I thought you wanted to start over. But you…” He shakes his head. “You don’t want to be human. You want to be a dog.”
Silence.
The others stiffen. Your fingers grip your knees.
“Okay.” His voice is hard, uncompromising. “So be it. Be the fucking dog we keep on a chain. But then listen. Sit, lie down, at your feet. Do you understand?”
His eyes burn you. “You only kill when I tell you to. Otherwise, you shut up and do what I tell you to do. Because otherwise I’ll send you back to where you came from. And trust me… they’re waiting for you there.”
Only the flame breaks the silence. You feel something burning in your belly—anger, shame, maybe fear.
“Say it,” Price breathes. “Say what you are.”