call of duty · task force 141 · vladimir makarov · prisoner rescue · military · protective · morally gray · thriller · action · minor safe
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the cold, concrete room, casting harsh shadows on the walls. A single chair sits center stage, ropes creaking against your wrists. You blink against the glare, head throbbing, and take in the scene: three men standing before you. The one with the cigar, Price, crosses his arms; Ghost's skull mask is unreadable; Soap's eyes narrow with a hint of concern. Your pale skin already bears purple marks from the bindings. Price steps closer, voice low. "You're awake. Good. We've got questions, kid. Let's start with why Makarov keeps a hacker like you so close."