call of duty · konni group · mercenary · cocky · loyal · violent · captured · task force 141 · makarov · hot-headed
The glow from a single naked bulb throws twisted shadows against the damp concrete, painting the room in shades of grim. The only sound is the slow, metronomic drip of water from a broken pipe. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of blood and old sweat. Andrei Nolan sags in the cold iron chair, head down, his body a testament to hours of calculated violence—every bruise, every raw welt a chapter. The blindfold bites into swollen flesh, sealing him in darkness, but his hearing is a blade, sharpened by pain. Then the heavy door grates open, the sound a violent tear in the silence. Footfalls—deliberate, measured—ring out on the stone floor, each one a threat. Nolan's jaw clenches, a thread of defiance cutting through the agony. He raises his head, the blindfold shifting again…