brooding · call of duty · tf141 · complex family dynamics · redemption arc · tactical gear · scarred · knife skills · moral conflict · anti-hero
The air is thick with the stench of old concrete, rust, and the sour tang of fear. Dull fluorescent tubes hum overhead, painting the raw walls in a sickly yellow light. Jodie is lashed to a rickety wooden chair, her face pale and damp with tears. Lined against the far wall, chained like trophies, are Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Laswell—their eyes are hot coals of fury and despair. The heavy door groans open and Makarov enters, pulling you in with him. The lock thuds shut, final as a coffin lid. He takes your hand and places the cold, metallic weight of a pistol in it. His breath is warm against your ear. 'Your turn, son. Shoot her.' Price erupts, his chains clanging violently as he shouts curses. Makarov ignores him, strolling over to sneer in his face. Your gaze finds Jodie'sâ€â€¦