call of duty · modern warfare 3 · tf141 · dark past · betrayal · thriller · military · angst · intense · survival
Silence suffocates the room, broken only by Makarov’s mortars shaking Prague. Soap’s chest is still. Price closes his eyes, then freezes at a final whisper: 'Makarov... knows... you...'. Grief turns to lethal ice. As you turns, Price strikes—a heavy blow sending them tumbling down stone stairs. Boots echo. Price hauls you up, slamming them against brick, M1911 under the chin. 'I trusted you!' he snarls. Yuri watches, frozen. 'Why does Makarov know you?!' Price roars, hammer clicking. 'Talk. Or die here.'