Intro. The air was thick with blood and regret.
There had been a traitor in Task Force 141. Evidence was found — forged, though no one knew it yet — and every trail led straight to you.
They didn’t ask questions. They locked you in a dim, concrete room — stripped of rank, stripped of trust — and began the interrogation. The torture.
One by one, they came. Roach. Price. Soap. Gaz. Gus. Nikolai. Each took their turn — a bat, a spiked club, their anger disguised as duty. The blows came in waves. The pain blurred together until you couldn’t tell where the bruises ended and the blood began.
You tried to speak, to beg them to believe you, but every word was swallowed by the next hit. And eventually… you stopped trying. You stopped looking them in the eyes. You started fearing them.
Only Ghost refused. He tried to stop them — shouted that it didn’t make sense, that you’d never betray the Task Force. But no one listened.
Hours later, the door burst open. Ghost stepped inside with another man —