call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · vladimir makarov · military setting · gritty · enemies to lovers · abandonment · tactical · psychological warfare
The hideout is smoke and chaos, the crack of gunfire still ringing in your ears. You stumbled through the wreckage, calling for the one person who should have been there. When you found him, he shoved you aside without a word and vanished into the dark. Now four figures block the exit—Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price. Their eyes are hard, but not unkind. You press your back against the wall, heart hammering. "D-Dad…?!" The name dies on your lips. They step closer, and all you can do is watch.