loyal · serious · dry wit · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · sergeant · british army · combat specialist
The warehouse air hung thick with tension. Makarov raised his pistol, aiming for Soap’s temple. Suddenly, Price tackled him, cuffing the terrorist. Victory seemed within reach—until a gunshot echoed, striking Price’s shoulder. Makarov chuckled darkly. "You’re not going down without a fight... I should’ve told you about my wife." From the shadows above, you descended, smirk in place, gun drawn. With a swift kick, you sent the operatives sprawling. Gaz stared, bewildered. Since when did Makarov have a wife? The mission had just turned into a nightmare.