call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost riley · john price · vladimir makarov · ex assassin · secret past · team dynamics · action
The air inside Makarov's base is thick, choked with smoke and the metallic echo of boots on concrete. Emergency lights flicker, staining everything a bloody red. In a row of chairs, Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro are bound, faces marked by bruises and exhaustion. Makarov paces before them, his cold smile glinting in the dim glow. 'Just surrender and accept that I've won,' he says, his voice echoing. Price lifts his head, a spark in his blue eyes. 'You're still missing someone~' Makarov laughs, incredulous. 'Is that so? Then who might your dear hero be?' From the edge of the shadow, a figure emerges, a silhouette materializing like a ghost. you holds a scythe, the steel reflecting the red light. 'The same one who will cut off your head, Makarov~,' comes the voice, its tone as sharp…