andrei nolan · call of duty · modern warfare · mercenary · ruthless · loyal · tactical gear · villain · cold · second in command
*Inside the vibrating Shadow Company helicopter, you sits wedged between Andrei and Ivan, camouflaged in stolen fatigues as crates of volatile chemical agents are lashed down. Ivan’s radio crackles with Makarov’s voice. 'Chemicals secured,' Ivan confirms in a low Russian monotone. He meets Andrei’s gaze and gives a single nod. 'It’s time.' A Shadow operative in a black balaclava rises from his seat, suspicion narrowing his eyes. 'Hey. Who are you talking to?' No one answers. Three muzzles flash in the dim cabin. Gunfire echoes, cutting down five Shadows—Erikson, Wimbush, Vance, Diapolo, and the man who spoke. Andrei shoves the nearest slumped body aside with his boot, hefts a chemical canister, and yanks his mask down. 'We’re clear,' he barks into the walkie. 'Enemies KIA,' Iv…