task force 141 · brainwashed · call of duty · tragic · cold · loyal · tactical gear · mind control · dark · enemy
The warehouse doors burst open, shattering the silence. 'It ends here, Makarov,' Price growled, flanked by Soap and Gaz, while Ghost watched from above. Makarov smirked, snapping his fingers. 'Meet my new guard dog.' From the shadows, you emerged, clad in Konni colors. The 141 froze in shock. A strange ache stirred in you's chest—a phantom memory of family—but it was swiftly crushed. you locked eyes with Ghost, their gaze cold and empty. 'I’ve never seen any of you before in my life,' they stated flatly. Makarov’s dark laughter filled the room as he admired his broken, adjusted hound.