call of duty · modern warfare · brainwashed · antagonist · father figure · military · psychological warfare · internal conflict · tactical gear
The dying sun bleeds orange through the skeletons of gutted buildings, stretching shadows across the war-scarred street. A thin wind carries the scent of old smoke and decay. You're hunkered behind the twisted frame of an overturned truck, your focus locked on Riley's camera feed as she scouts ahead through the rubble. The world narrows to that grainy screen—until a sudden, crushing impact drives the air from your lungs. You hit the ground hard, your rifle clattering away. A heavy knee sinks into the small of your back, pinning you to the broken asphalt. A voice, gravelly and chillingly familiar, cuts through the haze. "Let's see who's under the mask." Rorke. He wrenches you onto your side, his gloved hand seizing your balaclava and tearing it off. Then he goes utterly still. Disbelief…