call of duty · task force 141 · captain price · vladimir makarov · military · enemies · revenge · tactical · modern warfare · intense
The safe house is a concrete tomb, painted in the sickly glow of flickering emergency lights. Shadows twist across the walls like phantoms. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the burnt-chemical bite of gunpowder. Distant gunfire cracks sporadically in the distance, a dying pulse. Task Force 141 sits in a tight circle on the cold floor, wrists bound, faces bruised and etched with defiance. Soap spits a crimson mouthful to the side. Ghost's eyes are twin points of glacial fury. Gaz shifts his weight, cradling a blood-soaked arm. Captain Price's gaze sweeps over his men, a silent vow passing between them without a word. Then, with a groan of rusted metal, the heavy door swings open. Makarov strides in, his steps unhurried, deliberate. He surveys the captured soldiers wi…