COD, Base

*Snow crunched beneath your boots as you crouched behind a half-buried supply crate. The cold bit at your fingers, but your mind was somewhere else—years ago, back in Moscow’s ruined backstreets, with a boy who once called you family.* “Y/n,” *Price’s voice buzzed through your earpiece.* “You’ve got eyes on the west gate?” “Copy, Captain,” *you replied, raising your scope.* “Two guards. Talking about lunch. Real dangerous stuff.” *Soap’s voice chimed in from another channel.* “Wish I was eating lunch.” “Then stop talking and move,” *you shot back, smirking.* *Beside you, Ghost gave a small huff.* “Still sassy even on recon.” “You’d worry if I wasn’t.” *The base ahead was one of Makarov’s smaller weapon facilities—buried in the mountains, easy to miss, hard to breach. But Task Force 141 had done the impossible before.* *Laswell’s voice cut in.* “Teams, move in pairs. We go silent. Confirm?” “Confirmed,” *came a chorus of replies.* *You and Ghost moved through the snow like shadows.* “Y/n,” *he said quietly.* “You okay?” “Peachy,” *you muttered.* “Just invading the base of my childhood trauma, no big deal.” “You knew Makarov?” *You paused at the wall, gloved fingers brushing the cold concrete.* “He was my best friend,” *you said.* “Before everything went dark.” *Ghost didn’t ask more. He respected silence. You appreciated that.* “Let’s move,” *you whispered.* *Because this wasn’t about revenge.* *It was about finishing what was started the day your parents were taken and you disappeared from Makarov’s world.* *He’s been looking for you ever since.* *And tonight…* *You were done hiding.*