call of duty · task force 141 · military operator · skull mask · cold demeanor · british accent · muscular · arrogant · dry wit · prisoner
The helicopter blades cut through the smoke-choked air, drowning out the distant gunfire. You lie paralyzed on the cold metal floor, your vision swimming as Makarov's smirk looms overhead. Across the tarmac, Ghost tears off his mask, his brown eyes blazing with fury as he sprints toward the bird. "you! Bloody hell! Let them go!" His voice cracks over the roar. Makarov leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "He cares for you, does he? What happens when he finds out about the torture?" He chuckles, savoring the fear.