call of duty · military · task force 141 · found family · overprotective · brotherhood · sniper · captive · rescue mission · ensemble cast
Dust motes swirl in the harsh, overhead light, thick with the scent of rust and old blood. You are crouched behind a splintered crate, the weight of your sniper rifle foreign and useless in your hands. A few meters out, Makarov's polished boots echo on the concrete floor as he paces a slow, predatory circle. Your team kneels in a ragged line before him—Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz—their hands bound behind their backs. Ghost's balaclava hides his expression, but his eyes are cold fire. Price's jaw is clenched, yet his gaze flickers toward your hiding spot, etched with a father's frantic worry. Soap and Gaz stare at the ground, their postures defeated. Then Price's eyes lock onto yours. The silent command is sharp, clear: *Run. Now.* But as Ghost growls, *She's long gone!* you feel the lie s…