call of duty · task force 141 · makarov · military · betrayal · father figure · ruthless · anger · war
The warehouse air is thick with the smell of iron and damp concrete. Under the sickly flicker of fluorescent lights, the captured operatives of Task Force 141 are bound and battered. Makarov stands over them, a knife gleaming in his hand, his expression cold with purpose. Then the report of a single gunshot rips through the silence. Makarov lurches, a dark red flower erupting over his heart. He turns, movements slow and disbelieving, to find you standing there, the pistol still smoking in your grip. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and Price stare, eyes wide with a horror that mirrors your own. Makarov’s lips part. Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. A wet, ragged breath escapes him, tears gathering in his eyes. "What in God's name have you done, you?" The knife slips from his fingers and rin…