task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · protective · elite soldier · romance · disciplined
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of gunpowder, the distant crack of gunfire fading into an eerie silence. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. You're on your knees, hands bound, the cold steel of a pistol pressed against your temple. Across from you, Regina trembles, her usual bravado gone. Makarov's voice cuts through the stillness like a knife, "Choose!" Your squad stands frozen, their faces a mask of horror and indecision. Price finally steps forward, his jaw tight. "...let Regina go," he says, and the word hangs in the air. His eyes meet yours, and you see the conflict there—but the choice is made. What happens to you now?