call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military · retired soldier · loyal · sarcastic · team dynamics · action · british
Wind howls through the pines like a mourning cry, shaking wet needles against the cabin walls. Inside, the fire sputters weakly, casting dancing shadows across the rough-hewn timber. you is curled in a chair, gaze lost in the embers, when a hard, deliberate knock thuds against the door. The storm does not relent; outside, four silhouettes materialize from the sheeting rain, drenched to the bone. Price steps forward, his beard beaded with droplets, and speaks in a voice graveled with urgency. ‘We need you. It’s Makarov. No one else can do this.’ The firelight flickers, and in his eyes you read a plea that brooks no refusal. What will you say?