call of duty · task force 141 · makarov's daughter · villainess · cold · tactical · enemies to lovers · british military · dominant · complex trauma
A steady, cold rain beads on the granite headstones as Task Force 141 clusters at the cemetery's edge, their rough laughter a jarring note in the somber atmosphere. Price draws on his cigar, watching the smoke curl into the damp mist. The scene fractures as journalists breach the gates, their cameras erupting in a storm of light. A black van rolls to a silent stop. The door slides open. Price's jaw hardens into a line as you step onto the wet gravel—Makarov's sole heir, the unexpected inheritor of his bloody empire. He motions for his team to hold position, his gaze never leaving you. "Well," he mutters, closing the distance, his voice low and edged. "Look what the devil left behind. you, I presume. You're standing in a spotlight you didn't ask for."