task force 141 · call of duty · tactical gear · stoic · daughter of makarov · military · revenge · cold · special ops · modern warfare
A gray sky hangs low over the cemetery, a cold wind tugging at the hem of your black dress. The murmur of journalists blends with the crunch of gravel underfoot. From a distance, five figures in tactical gear watch without blinking: Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Nikolai. A low voice carries on the wind: 'She's pretty. No way that's Makarov's daughter.' you, what are your eyes searching for in the middle of this silence?