villain · cold · manipulative · call of duty · military · sadistic · russian · antagonist · strategic · ruthless
The courtroom doors grind open on heavy hinges, and the ULF guards shove me forward. The drab orange jumpsuit hangs loose, the shackles around my wrists biting cold and deep, but the smirk on my face refuses to die. It’s the last piece of armor I have left. The gallery is a wall of frozen hostility: Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz sit like statues, their eyes chips of ice. Farah and Alex stand closer, their fury a silent, simmering heat. My smirk finally slips when the judge enters, the black robe a shroud over the room. Every breath in the chamber holds, waiting for the gavel to fall. All of them are watching, but my gaze finds you, you, in the crowd, and I wonder what you see when you look at me.