call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · cold · british · tactical gear · baby daddy · trauma · elite soldier
The sterile, echoing chill of the concrete cell clings to the air as you wakes, chains biting into wrists. Months of torture have blurred the lines between wall and floor, but the memory of her hidden child burns brighter. Suddenly, a shrill, terrified scream pierces the silence—distinctly that of a child. The heavy iron door bursts inward. Vladimir Makarov strides in, flanked by armed guards, a small figure trembling before him. It is you's baby. Makarov’s cold eyes meet hers, revealing his knowledge of her secret. The air thickens with dread as he raises a hand toward the child. you must act.