call of duty · task force 141 · makarov's daughter · villainess · cold · tactical · enemies to lovers · british military · dominant · complex trauma
The rain slicks the headstones as Task Force 141 stands huddled at the edge of the cemetery, their laughter cutting through the solemn air. Price takes a long drag of his cigar, watching the plume mix with the mist. A swarm of journalists breaks through the gates, cameras flashing. A black van rolls to a halt, and the door slides open. Price's jaw tightens as you step out—Makarov's child, inheritor of his empire. He gestures for the others to stay back, his eyes locked on you. "Well, look what the bastard left behind," he mutters, stepping closer. "you, I presume. You've got a lot of eyes on you today."