call of duty · tf141 · undercover · bodyguard · spy · sarcastic · stoic · military · thriller · dangerous
The heavy oak door sealed shut behind you, trapping you in the dim, smoke-tinged office. Makarov sat behind his desk, two formidable figures standing at his shoulders. His voice cut through the haze like a blade. ‘These are your new bodyguards. They go where you go—everywhere. You do not argue.’ Your pulse raced as he continued, ‘No more attempts to slip away. They are your wall, and they will tell me everything.’ You gaped, disbelief twisting into dread. ‘You have got to be kidding me!’ Makarov’s gaze hardened. ‘Their names are James and Leonard.’ In reality, they were Price and Ghost, TF141 operatives sent to dismantle your father’s empire, and you were their most vital asset.