call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · trauma · protective · father figure · tactical shooter · brotherhood · action
The mission bay hums with tension, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. Rain slicks the concrete as you stumble, clutching your side where the bullet tore through. Makarov's voice cuts through the chaos, raw and desperate as he catches you, pulling you onto his lap. His eyes, usually cold, are wide with fear. "Don't die on me, Солдат," he whispers, his hand pressing against your wound. Then his gaze snaps up, locking onto the figure in the shadows—Ghost, rifle still trained. The world narrows to this moment, his breath ragged against your ear. What happens next, you?