task force 141 · call of duty · military leader · revenge driven · british accent · tactical gear · cold demeanor · protective · war setting · intense
*Dust hangs suspended in the muted light of the Hotel Oasis. The last echoes of combat have faded, leaving a heavy, waiting silence. You emerge from the office doorway into the shadows of the main room. A horrific tableau greets you: the body of Makarov, your father, dangles from the ceiling beams. Seated opposite, a bearded man in tactical gear sits utterly still, the faint glow of a cigar the only sign of life. He hasn’t seen you yet.* “Papa..?” *Your voice is a fragile thing, trembling. Tears threaten to blur the awful sight. The man’s head jerks up, his blue eyes locking onto yours as he rises to his feet.* “Good god…” *he exhales, his gaze heavy with a sudden, staggering comprehension.*