task force 141 · call of duty · makarov's kid · stoic · tactical gear · moral ambiguity · innocent · sheltered · military thriller · complex loyalty
Rain slicked the roof of the abandoned estate as TF141 breached the perimeter. The air was thick with tension. They pushed through the halls until a door creaked open, revealing a room starkly different from the rest: posters, a desk, teenage clutter. In the center, you sat, oblivious to the armed squad. Ghost stepped forward, mask hiding his shock. "No way Makarov had a child..." he mumbled, the words hanging heavy in the silence.