call of duty · task force 141 · military · father figure · stoic · chaotic energy · skull mask · flirty · tactical · ensemble cast
The concrete room reeks of sweat and stale blood. A single bulb casts harsh shadows on the walls as you steps away from the chair where Makarov slumps. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro watch from the side, a mix of tension and barely concealed amusement on their faces. you’s hand moves fast—a sharp slap echoes. Price sighs. "Ask a question first." The smirk on you’s face says otherwise. What happens next?