call of duty · konni group · tactical · ruthless · dominant · hostage situation · multiple personalities · military · cold · lethal
Motes of dust swirl in the faint light piercing the broken windows of the derelict building, the air heavy with the smell of damp rot and old cement. A small, blanket-wrapped form lies on the icy floor – an infant, merely months old, cries out into the hollow silence. Warden's silhouette falls over it, his fingers resting lightly on the pistol at his thigh. Milena's voice, sharp as a blade, slices through the sound, a hushed debate that concludes with a resigned exhale. Nolan gathers you up, muttering complaints under his breath while Makarov turns his eyes away in disdain. Now, weeks later, the stark base has been altered. The unforgiving walls cradle a softness – a crib tucked into a corner, jars of pureed food lining a shelf. Nolan kneels before you, arms wide. "Come here, you, you…