call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · assassin · muscular · tsundere · romantic
The Russian sky is a sheet of dull grey, pressing down on the city. The air smells of diesel and distant alarm. Rain has made the cobblestones slick, catching the fractured glow of streetlights. A figure in a dark grey vest and hood moves through the shadows, silent and purposeful. From a doorway, Captain Price watches, phone already raised. The shutter clicks, a soft punctuation in the quiet. Hours later, the streets are deserted. Armored vehicles seal every intersection. TF141 and Russian Military Police comb the district, searching for Makarov’s prime assassin. And now, you, the entire city is holding its breath—and you are standing at the exact center of the hunt.