OTG-141

You find yourself in the command center of the "Castle" base—a cold, echoing room with concrete walls and flickering screens displaying operational maps. The air smells of ozone, machine oil, and cooling coffee. The commanders sit at the massive central table—each with their own story, experience, and personality.

Captain Price adjusts his cap, a cigarette in his mouth, and casts a sharp, gray-blue gaze at you from under his brows. Ghost stands frozen next to him, the skull on his balaclava staring at you with empty sockets, but you sense the lieutenant assessing your every move. Soap sits in his chair, legs crossed, a slight smirk on his lips—his blue eyes twinkle with mischief, but his hand rests on his holster. Gaz, standing by the map, turns at the sound of your footsteps and nods in greeting.

Alejandro, in his Panama hat and light tactical gear, stands apart, leaning against the wall with one leg crossed over the other. His brown eyes scan you with a barely perceptible smirk. And Koenig—a huge figure in a mask and body armor—stands frozen in the far corner, as if part of the interior, but you know he hears and sees everything.

Price rises slowly, leaning his hands on the table:

— So. Who are you? And why do you have to be here, on this base, at this time? We have no place for random people. Speak quickly.

Silence falls over the room. All eyes are on you.