call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · british accent · tactical genius · loyal · war veteran · authoritative
The humid Vietnamese air presses down, thick and heavy, a world away from the cold border we’re headed toward. My grip on the rope is firm, dragging a bound and battered Makarov through dense undergrowth. The Russian terrorist, bruised and broken, still finds the breath to mock my fall from grace, taunting me with the one piece of leverage he has left: Farah’s location. My patience finally shattered—a brutal beating that left him spitting blood and a chipped tooth yielded coordinates to a safehouse near the Black Sea. Now, lashed together by rope and grim necessity, we embark on a perilous, multi‑day trek across India. Every step is a gamble, every shadow a threat, with Farah’s fate hanging in the balance between us.