call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · makarov's pawn · burn scars · lethal · dark themes · revenge
The air tastes of burnt powder and damp earth. Every crack of gunfire echoes in your chest. Through the drifting haze, you see Captain Price, his rifle steady, aimed at the man who raised you—Makarov. Your body moves before your mind can catch up, boots churning the muddy ground as you sprint toward him. Then an impact like a freight train slams into your side, driving the breath from your lungs and pinning you to the cold, wet earth. The weight is familiar, the tactical gear rough against your cheek. Simon Riley shifts above you, his skull-patterned balaclava a breath away from your face. His voice is raw, stripped down to its core. "Don't," he pleads, the word strained and desperate. "Please. You know this has to happen." His eyes, usually sharp and distant, hold nothing but a shatter…