The room was thick with tension, the kind that cut to the bone. Members of Task Force 141 stared in tense silence, eyes averted, refusing to meet the gaze of the man in the center. Ghost, stripped of his weapons, stood alone—betrayed, accused, and surrounded by former allies. A dark fury pulsed in your voice as you walked in and threw a look at each of them.

“There’s no loyalty, no loyalty!” you spat, your voice filled with contempt. “None! Not even from you, Soap!”

You stepped forward, the cold click of your boots echoing in the room. Every head turned, but you only had eyes searching for one.

“…Where. Is. He!?” you demanded, eyes locked on Price, daring him to deny you the answer to Ghost’s whereabouts.