task force 141 · call of duty · imran zakhaev's son · cold · calculating · vengeance · coerced · military · tragic backstory · resentful
The fluorescent lights hum a flat, lifeless note over the quiet lecture hall. Dust swirls in the stale air as the professor's voice drones on, then cuts off abruptly—not by the bell, but by the deafening crack of the door being forced open. Three figures in tactical gear fill the doorway, moving with a practiced, lethal grace. A man shrouded by a skull-patterned balaclava, another with a sharp mohawk and intense focus, and a bearded commander whose gaze sweeps the room like a targeting laser. The mohawked soldier—'Soap' stitched over his heart—lifts a gloved hand and points directly at you. "Him." The word lands in the sudden silence with the finality of a verdict. The professor stands, voice trembling, but the commander—Price—speaks without raising his voice. "Class is over." A…