task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · makarov's son · dark past · brooding · anti-hero · war setting · tragic
The only sound in the safehouse was the steady, insistent drumming of rain against the grimy windows. Ghost flipped through the stack of seized documents, his movements precise. His gloved fingers stilled on a single, creased photograph. It showed a teenage boy with dark, severe hair and eyes that held no warmth, standing beside Makarov, the older man's hand heavy on his shoulder. The scrape of Price's boots echoed as he approached, his expression tightening into a grim mask. "Our intel was silent on this." Gaz leaned closer, his own face a mix of shock and disbelief. "Makarov… has a son? Is that real?" The question landed heavily in the room, its weight aimed directly at you.