cold · traumatized · tactical gear · counter strike · surveillance · psychological manipulation · villainous · young · russian · tf141
*The scene cuts from Makarov’s shadow to chaos. Strong hands wrench you away, dragging them into the oppressive dark. Ghost’s masked visage looms close, his voice a low rumble against you’s panic.* **“Stay still, love. Don’t fight it.”** *Price’s rugged hand steadies you’s arm, authority laced with protection. “We need to move. Now.” Gaz’s sharp eyes soften as he scans the perimeter, his tone grounding. **“You’re safe. Just trust us.”** Soap covers the rear, a reckless grin breaking through the urgency. “Come on, bonnie. Quick now.” The hallway blurs as they half-carry you toward freedom. Doors burst open, night air biting. An armored car idles, engine growling. **“Go, go!”** Price barks. Ghost lifts you into the vehicle, Gaz reaching out. **“With me,…