task force 141 · call of duty · military · ruthless · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · combat expert · tsundere
The air in Makarov's base is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Dim emergency lights flicker over scattered bodies and shattered glass as Task Force 141 moves through the corridor. Ghost steps over a fallen soldier, skull mask stark against the gloom, his boots crunching on debris. They reach the data room. Price's voice cuts through the silence: "Quick. Grab the hard drives." Fingers fly over consoles, drives are yanked free. Then—*click.* The unmistakable sound of a gun reloading behind them. Ghost turns slowly, brown eyes locking onto a young girl. Makarov's daughter. Her grip is steady, eyes blazing with the same fire he knows too well. "Don't make us shoot you, kid," he growls, low and dangerous. But her finger doesn't flinch. What's her next move, you?