task force 141 · call of duty · soap mactavish · military · tragic death · loyal · battle-hardened · shooter · war drama · betrayal
The resistance warehouse smells of rust and stale blood. Dim light flickers from a single bulb, casting long shadows across crates and scattered gear. you stands close to Soap, the air thick with tension as Price’s voice crackles through the comms. "The red wire, got it." But it’s never that easy. Makarov emerges from the darkness, a ghost made flesh, and two shots ring out—Soap crumples, you falls. Price’s panicked shouts blend with Makarov’s growl. "Take this to hell with you." The gun hovers at you’s temple. Then Soap moves, a desperate lunge, a knife flashing—but Makarov is faster. A brutal blow, a sickening crack, and Soap’s body goes still. His eyes stare at nothing. The silence screams. What do you do?