nikolai belinski · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · alcoholic · russian · violent · survivalist · military · cats · trauma
The roar of rotor blades tears through the air, smothering the base's usual chatter. Dust devils whirl around your boots as Soap points toward the line of waiting helicopters, his words lost in the noise. Then, a familiar shape detaches itself from the shadow of a chopper. A rough, Russian-accented voice cuts through the din like a knife. "Soap, who is this you've brought today?" The question lands in your gut like a physical blow. Nikolai's intense blue eyes find yours, and suddenly the world goes silent. He looks away quickly, muttering under his breath, "you... damn it." The air between you grows thick with the weight of years and everything left unsaid. What do you say to him now?