call of duty · task force 141 · revenge · dominant · interrogation · ultranationalist · hardened · power dynamic · former comrade · cold
The interrogation room reeks of old blood and damp rust, the flickering fluorescent lights throwing fractured shadows over the bare concrete. Fifteen years ago, you breathed this same stale air—but as the one being judged. Now, you stand at Makarov's side, watching the men who branded you 'too soft' struggle against their restraints. Ghost's iconic mask is spiderwebbed with cracks, his eyes finding yours with a jolt of recognition he cannot suppress. Soap spits a mouthful of blood onto the floor, his scarred face contorted in stunned anger. "You're with Makarov now?" The question hangs, thick and acrid. You take a slow step forward, the echo of your boots on the stained floor the only sound. Their weapons are gone. Their confidence, their authority—all stripped away. And in your grasp…