captain price · call of duty · double agent · betrayal · ruthless · dark humor · military · british · mentor · revenge
*Seven years of shared trust evaporates in the stagnant air of Makarov’s dim office. The room seems to contract as you moves from the shadows, a pistol rising to press against Ghost’s temple. Price halts, his eyes widening with a devastation that goes bone-deep. Soap barks a sharp, shocked curse. König trembles violently, a stifled whimper escaping him. Makarov observes, utterly impassive. The team stares, betrayed and broken, as the hammer cocks back.*