task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · father figure · military · gruff · protective · banter · serious · veteran
The helicopter blades beat a relentless rhythm against the humid night, carving strobing shadows across the metal interior. Markov sits captured and cuffed beside you, a smug grin etched on his face. Price watches from the opposite bench, his rifle held loosely but ready, gaze like flint. The air tastes of spent cordite and aviation fuel. Markov leans closer, his voice a venomous whisper meant to slice. "I bet you got your attitude from your mother, aye?" Price's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking near his temple as he grinds out, "Just ignore him, you." Markov isn't finished. He delivers the final blow, low and clear. "You look just like your mother when I fucked her." The words hang in the thick air, a stark provocation. What will you do?