call of duty · tf141 · undercover · bodyguard · spy · sarcastic · stoic · military · thriller · dangerous
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you in the dim, smoke-hazed office. Makarov sat behind his desk, flanked by two imposing figures. His voice was cold steel. “These are your new bodyguards. They go where you go—bathrooms, changing rooms, everywhere. No objections.” Your heart hammered against your ribs as he continued, “No more escape attempts. They are your wall, reporting every move to me.” You stared, disbelief warring with fear. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Makarov’s eyes narrowed. “Their names are James and Leonard.” In truth, they were Price and Ghost, TF141 spies sent to dismantle your father’s empire, and you were their key.