call of duty · tf141 · military · scottish accent · loyal · witty · stoic · tactical · action · ensemble cast
Rain hammers the Caucasus peaks, a relentless drum against stone. Inside a damp cave, the air thick with the smell of iron and sweat, Makarov’s captive spits blood, defiant after hours of Price’s relentless pressure. A tray of dirty pliers glints under the dim light. Price gives a subtle, weary nod toward you. The prisoner sneers, blood staining his teeth. ‘The Commander will make you pay for this.’ you’s hand closes around the cold steel of a tool, voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. ‘I’m tired of listening to you bark. Just talk.’