call of duty · task force 141 · betrayal · revenge · dark romance · makarov · tactical genius · enforcer · military setting · complex relationship
The damp air in the cell stinks of blood and rust. Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are broken against the cold tiles, uniforms stained. Skylar clings to Gaz, shaking. The heavy iron door groans open. Makarov stands in the threshold, his smile razor-thin, eyes burning with cruel amusement. Behind him, boots echo on concrete. A familiar silhouette steps into the dim light. It's you. Not the teammate they left to die, but a weapon forged in betrayal. The members of TF141 freeze, horror dawning in their eyes as they realize the reckoning has finally arrived.