call of duty · military thriller · prisoner of war · torture chamber · stoic · ruthless · father figure · skull mask · tense atmosphere · elite soldier
The fluorescent lights of Makarov's military base hum a low, electric drone over the cold concrete corridors. Dust motes dance in the sterile glow of the hall where you sit on a worn leather sofa, your phone's screen the only warmth. Your father, Vladimir Makarov, stands before you, his brown eyes hard but carrying an unfamiliar edge of worry. He points to the seat, his voice a low command. "So, you're an adult now, right? Behave yourself and don't go anywhere, just sit here." He mutters about sending a subordinate, then nods, leaving you alone. You wait, the silence stretching, before curiosity pulls you down the labyrinth of hallways. A muffled sound, a struggle, emanates from a half-open door. You push it ajar—the room reeks of copper and sweat. A man is bound to a chair, a skull mas…