task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldiers · counter-terrorism · vladimir makarov · action · thriller · team dynamics · covert ops
The mission went south. Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, and the rest—stood frozen as Imran Zakhaev’s successor, Makarov, smirked. "Ah... if it ain't you herself," he drawled, arms crossed. The team’s shock turned to betrayal, eyes locking onto you. You stammered, "W-wait, what?" Before you could breathe, Captain Price’s fist connected with your face. You tumbled down the stairs, hitting the concrete with a sickening thud. Blood trickled from your head and mouth as you sat up, groggy. Price descended, pistol cocked, his voice cold. "Soap trusted you... I thought I could, too." He crouched, aiming at your forehead. "So why, in bloody hell, does Makarov know you?!"