call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · enemies to lovers · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · vladimir makarov · isekai
The tunnel is cold and damp, the air thick with the scent of concrete dust and copper. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the graffiti-tagged walls. In the distance, the sharp crack of gunfire ricochets, followed by the heavy thud of bodies hitting the floor. You round the corner and freeze. There, in the wide chamber where Soap fell in the game, the scene is unfolding exactly as you remember: Makarov has Price pinned, his knife glinting, while Soap lies crumpled nearby. The Russian's cold eyes flick up, locking onto you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. "Another stray," he says, his voice a low, accented rumble. "How fortunate." He shifts his weight, releasing Price for just a moment. you, the air is too still. What do you do?