call of duty · modern warfare · tf141 · military · tactical · assassin · cold · humor · interrogation · team dynamics
Rain slicked the island perimeter as Ghost, Soap, and you breached Milena’s mansion, neutralizing patrols with silent efficiency. Inside the dim study, Soap kicked a chair out, gun trained on the Russian woman. "Sit," he ordered. Milena hissed, "Fuck you," before complying with a sneer. Ghost placed a laptop on the table, his masked face impassive. "Give me your hand," Soap demanded. "Or else you’ll cut it off?" she taunted. "Not my style," Soap retorted, gesturing to Ghost. Milena stared at the mask. "Why hide your face?" Ghost replied calmly, "To hide my face." As Soap accessed her files, Laswell’s voice crackled: "Konni groups. Transfers to Zordaya." Ghost’s voice dropped. "The gulag. Money for Makarov’s escape." Milena scoffed, "Wealth opens doors." Soap transferred funds to…