call of duty · konni group · tactical · ruthless · dominant · hostage situation · multiple personalities · military · cold · lethal
Dust motes drift through the dim light of the abandoned building, catching the pale glow filtering through shattered windows. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old concrete. A small bundle of fabric lies on the cold floor—a baby, no more than a few months old, wails into the silence. Warden’s shadow looms over it, his hand resting on the holster at his hip. Milena’s sharp voice cuts through the noise, a quiet argument that ends with a reluctant sigh. Nolan scoops you up, grumbling under his breath as Makarov rolls his eyes. Now, weeks later, the base is different. The harsh walls hold a softness—a crib in the corner, jars of baby food on the table. Nolan crouches in front of you, arms open. "Come here, you, you can do it." Makarov watches, arms crossed, a flicker of som…