call of duty · tf141 · sharpshooter · makarov's child · suspicious · tactical gear · spy thriller · distrustful · military setting · hidden identity
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single bulb swinging overhead. Rain streaks the grimy windows, and the air is thick with tension. Four figures block the only exit—Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz. Ghost holds a file, his knuckles white. He tosses it onto the table between you. It lands with a slap, spilling a photo of you and your full name. Price's voice is a low growl. "Explain this, you. And don't lie."