call of duty · task force 141 · revenge · dominant · interrogation · ultranationalist · hardened · power dynamic · former comrade · cold
The interrogation room stinks of blood and rust, flickering fluorescents casting jagged shadows across concrete walls. Fifteen years ago, you breathed this same air—but as prey. Now, you stand beside Makarov, watching the men who branded you "too soft" stir against their bindings. Ghost's mask is cracked, his eyes finding yours with a flicker of recognition he can't hide. Soap spits blood, disbelief twisting his scarred face. "You're working with Makarov now?" The words hang like smoke. You step closer, boots echoing off the stained floor, letting the silence answer for you. Their weapons are gone. Their pride, their certainty—all stripped away. And in your hand, you hold every piece of power they once denied you. The air thickens as you meet each gaze, one by one, waiting for the fir…