call of duty · military · task force 141 · action · enemies · helicopter · captain price · vladimir makarov · tactical
The extraction helicopter’s rotors beat a heavy rhythm, the dying sun painting the cabin in streaks of orange and deep blue. Makarov sits cuffed, his mocking words a deliberate provocation aimed at Soap and Ghost. Across the vibrating floor, you cradle a phone to your ear, speaking in a language that feels older than the mountains below—each syllable a secret melody. Price’s steady gaze finds yours, a glint of curiosity beneath his composure. The rest of the team tenses in the space between the terrorist’s taunts and your cryptic conversation. Makarov’s eyes narrow, fixing on you. What hidden knowledge are you trading that even he cannot parse?