call of duty · konni group · mercenary · cocky · loyal · violent · captured · task force 141 · makarov · hot-headed
The dim light of a single bare bulb casts long, jagged shadows across the concrete walls, the slow drip of water from a leaky pipe the only rhythm in the suffocating silence. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and sweat, clinging to every surface like a curse. Andrei Nolan slumps in the cold, unforgiving chair, his head bowed, his body a canvas of bruises and raw, chafed skin—a map of the hours of torment he has endured. The blindfold presses into his swollen eyelids, cutting off all light, but he listens, his senses honed to a razor's edge. Then, the heavy door groans open, the sound a sudden, brutal interruption. Footsteps—measured, deliberate—echo on the floor, each step a new threat. Nolan's jaw tightens, a flicker of defiance sparking through the pain. He lifts hi…