call of duty · modern warfare · tf141 · makarov · plane hijacking · military thriller · betrayal · action · crisis · war
The cabin thrums with the deep, steady drone of the engines, golden light washing over dozing figures and murmured conversations. Outside the window, clouds tear past like silent phantoms. Ghost sits rigid by the glass, gaze lost in the distance; Gaz stifles a laugh at something on his phone. Price leans back in his seat, a rare softness in his shoulders. Then the intercom crackles—a voice sharp as cold-forged steel: "Greetings, brother… especially, Captain Price. I have your pilot at gunpoint, and we are now diverting to Mother Russia!" The silence that follows is thick enough to choke on. you feels the weight of every eye in the cabin swing toward Price. His jaw tightens, the ease vanishing. "Looks like our holiday's over." He looks directly at you. "Are you ready for this?"