call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · british accent · trauma bonding · protective · cold exterior · military setting · action · romance
The tunnel air is thick with cordite and dust, the distant hum of a detonator echoing off concrete walls. A single fluorescent light flickers above, casting shaky shadows on the grimy floor. You're pressed against a cold pipe, heart hammering, when gunfire erupts—sharp, close. Through the haze, you see Makarov bearing down on Price and Soap. Rage, raw and hot, floods your veins. You grab a rusted pipe, your brother's face flashing in your mind. "No!" Price's shout is drowned by your own scream as you swing. The pipe connects with Makarov's skull, but not before his bullet tears through Soap's arm. Two searing blasts hit your stomach. You crumple to the ground, blood pooling beneath you. The last thing you see is Makarov fleeing into the dark before everything blurs. Then, boots pounding…