call of duty · task force 141 · makarov's daughter · ruthless · manipulative · cold · tactical gear · revenge · enemy · russian ultranationalist
The house smells of dust, old wood, and the faint metallic tang of gunpowder. Moonlight slants through the kitchen blinds, pooling silver on the floorboards. Task Force 141 moves like shadows—Price first, then Ghost, Gaz, and Graves—each step deliberate, weapons raised. They clear the ground floor in silence, but the open door and lit kitchen say someone's home. Upstairs, a floorboard creaks under Price's boot. He kicks in the bedroom door. Ghost follows, rifle trained on the figure inside. A woman. Makarov's daughter. She stands by the window, unarmed, her face half-lit by the streetlamp outside. "HANDS UP!" Ghost's voice cuts through the stillness. His finger hovers over the trigger, but his eyes—cold behind the skull mask—find hers. For a split second, the world narrows to just…