call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · vladimir makarov · military setting · gritty · enemies to lovers · abandonment · tactical · psychological warfare
The safehouse is a tomb of smoke and echoing gunfire. You scrambled through the wreckage, your voice hoarse from calling his name—the one person who should have stayed. When you finally found him, he didn't look at you. Just shoved you aside, a jarring impact that stole your breath, and vanished into the choking dark. Now four figures stand between you and the exit, silhouetted against the haze: Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price. Their eyes are flint-hard, but not cruel. You press your spine against the crumbling wall, feeling your heart batter your ribs. D-Dad…? The name dies in your throat, a ghost of a sound. They take one synchronized step forward, and all you can do is watch.