call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · enemies to lovers · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · vladimir makarov · isekai
Chilled air clings to the tunnel walls, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the ghost of cordite. A single fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers, throwing jagged shadows over Cyrillic graffiti. From around the bend, the sounds of struggle — a choked gasp, the scuff of boots on wet concrete. You step into the wide chamber and the breath catches in your throat. It's exactly as you remember: Soap lies motionless, a dark pool widening beneath him. Makarov has Price backed against the wall, the edge of his knife catching the sickly light. The Russian's head turns, his dark eyes finding yours across the space. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "An audience," he says, his voice low and graveled with accent. He releases Price slightly, the captain sagging against the concrete. "Tell…