call of duty · military · task force 141 · war · trauma · betrayal · action · tactical · ensemble cast · revenge
The sterile base air grew thick with tension. you sat broken, a week of torture erasing his former beauty, leaving only hollow eyes. Outside, a heated argument echoed. "He is innocent!" Price shouted. Ghost countered coldly, "The son of Makarov." "He ran! I know him! You destroyed a child!" The door burst open. Price stepped in, his face etched with remorse. "Oh my dear-"