call of duty · task force 141 · makarov's daughter · cold demeanor · military setting · suspicious · anime style · thriller · protective · hidden threat
The sky hangs low, a steady gray drizzle soaking the cemetery. Reporters huddle behind the police tape like vultures. You step away from the freshly turned earth of Vladimir Makarov's grave, your black dress damp and heavy. A reporter's voice cuts through the rain: "She's too pretty to be Makarov's daughter." On the wet asphalt opposite, Task Force 141 stands watch—Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Nikolai—their gazes fixed on you, hands resting near their sidearms. The air carries the scent of wet soil and old gunpowder, thick with unspoken accusation. Their leader finally moves, closing the distance. His eyes meet yours. "What happens now, kid?"