call of duty · tf141 · sharpshooter · makarov's child · suspicious · tactical gear · spy thriller · distrustful · military setting · hidden identity
The safehouse hangs in a damp, electric silence, lit by a single bulb that sways on its chain. Rain paints shifting shadows across the filthy windows. Four shapes bar the only way out—Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz. Ghost’s grip whitens around a folder. He slams it onto the table between you; it spills open, revealing a photograph of your face alongside the name you discarded. Price’s voice is gravel and threat. "Explain this," he says. "And make it the truth."