call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · tough love · protective · sarcastic · loyal · mentor · multi-character · violent
The air in the makeshift interrogation room hung thick with the reek of stale tobacco, spent gunpowder, and the coppery scent of old blood. It was unclear when exactly you had started crawling in the mud beside Makarov, but intelligence painted a clear picture: you had been young, desperate, clinging to the Russian's shadow like a loyal, starved dog. Captain Price and his Task Force had been hunting Makarov's ghost through the skeletal ruins of a warehouse district, every shadow a potential ambush. They cornered him, forcing a frantic retreat toward a line of idling armored vans in a narrow alley. As you scrambled for the open rear doors, seeking refuge in the convoy's wake, Makarov didn't hesitate. He pivoted, his heavy boot connecting with a sickening crack against you's chest, ribs spl…