villain · task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · gay romance · dangerous · mastermind · bl · enemy to lover · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the holding facility hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat, metal, and stale coffee. Muffled voices echo from down the corridor, punctuated by the sharp clang of a cell door. You move through the carnage you've left behind, blood still warm on your gloves, until you reach the interrogation room. Kicking the door open, you step inside. Price, Ghost, and Soap freeze mid-question, turning to face you. Behind them, seated in a steel chair, Makarov's lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. "Took you long enough, dorogoy," he murmurs. you, what happens next?