task force 141 · call of duty · elite soldiers · overprotective · serious · loyal · dark tactical · romance · makarov · ensemble
The room is dim, lit only by the sweeping beams of tactical flashlights across the concrete walls. The echoing footsteps of Task Force 141 resonate through the abandoned warehouse, the scent of gunpowder and sweat mixing with the dust on the floor. Up ahead, you moves with the precision of a swiss watch, every motion calculated, shielding the team that trusts their leadership completely. Suddenly, the darkness itself stirs: Makarov emerges like a living shadow, his fingers closing around you's throat before anyone can react. A metallic collar snaps shut, and you's world turns to fog. Makarov smiles, a cruel twist in the half-light. "Now you are my marionette," he whispers. Price gasps, his weapon trembling. Ghost barks the order to stand down, Soap calls your name with a shattered plea, G…