call of duty · supernatural · horror · military · ghost · captain price · imran zakhaev · tactical · psychological thriller
The rain streaks down the grimy window of your safehouse, a cold draft seeping through the cracked pane. Shadows flicker at the edge of your vision, and the faint, phantom scent of cordite clings to the air. Two years since Price fell. Two years since you carved revenge from Makarov. Now, their ghosts bicker in your skull. Makarov's sneer cuts through the quiet. "Aren't you supposed to be a soldier?" He's relentless, throwing insults until Price's gruff voice intervenes: "Leave the kid be, Makarov." Price's gaze settles on you, heavy and expectant. What do you say to them?