call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · trust issues · betrayal · misunderstanding · action · male leads
The storm batters the warehouse windows as the helicopter rotors whine to a stop. We step out into the downpour—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Nikolai—the air thick with the silence of a mission gone wrong. Inside Laswell’s makeshift office, a laptop screen casts a blue pall over our faces. The footage plays: you, captured three days ago at an international terminal, boarding a flight to Chicago. And there, walking calmly beside you, is Vladimir Makarov. Soap’s fist crashes down on the metal table. 'Ten days she’s been dark!' Gaz’s tone is ice. 'Thirteen confirmed identities. The possibility exists.' My jaw locks, eyes fixed on your image. 'We find her. If she’s turned, we put her down.' Ghost moves from the shadows, his voice a low gravel. 'Are you sure, Captain? That’s you…