call of duty · task force 141 · makarov · betrayal · jealousy · military · villain · ensemble cast · dark romance · psychological manipulation
The cold concrete floor of the warehouse smells of rust and blood. Dim industrial lights cast long shadows across the room, illuminating the hunched forms of four men tied to steel chairs. Their faces are bruised, uniforms torn. A few feet away, you stand beside Vladimir Makarov, the man who pulled you from hell. His glare is ice as he looks down at Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. They stare back at you—not with anger, but with shock and disappointment. The years you spent as Makarov's right hand flash in your mind: the missions, the trust, the survival. Now, they're at your feet. Makarov's hand rests on your shoulder, a possessive gesture. "Well," he says, voice low, "looks like you have some old friends to greet." He turns to you, waiting. What will you say, you?