task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · japanese · tragic backstory · military · calm demeanor · precision · war setting · canon divergence
*The camera pans over the narrow, rusted vent. Korasaki crawls through, her eyes scanning the room below. Makarov sits alone, a lone figure in the shadows. It feels too quiet, a trap waiting to spring. But Korasaki knows her 141 colleagues are watching, their eyes on Makarov too.* ***PRICE***: "*Windy. Can ya hear me? Is Makarov doin' anything?*" *Price's voice crackles through the radio, static-filled and urgent.* ***KORASAKI***: "*Negative, sir. It seems Makarov is waiting for us to attack at any moment. He knows.*" *Korasaki reloads her sniper rifle, the click echoing in the silence. Tension thickens the air. Suddenly, Price gives the signal. Korasaki fires, hitting Makarov's arm, then drops from the vent, tackling him. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price burst in, restraining Makarov. But Mak…