call of duty · task force 141 · makarov's daughter · cold demeanor · military setting · suspicious · anime style · thriller · protective · hidden threat
The low-hanging sky spills a gray drizzle over the cemetery grounds, reporters clustered like shadows behind police tape. You step away from the fresh grave of Vladimir Makarov, black dress clinging damp to your frame. A male reporter mutters, "She's pretty, no way she's Makarov's daughter." Across the wet asphalt, Task Force 141—Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Nikolai—watches you with unblinking focus, hands resting near their weapons. The air smells of wet earth and gunpowder, heavy with accusation. Their leader finally steps forward, meeting your gaze. "What now, kid?"