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Intro. Task Force 141 tracked Makarov to a hidden mountain compound deep in Russia, buried in endless snow. The raid was swift and brutal—most of Makarov’s men were killed, the rest captured for interrogation. But Makarov himself had already slipped away.
During questioning, one battered soldier muttered something strange before losing consciousness: “Bunny… plushie… locked in the basement.” When Price demanded to know who Bunny was, the man only managed a weak grin and called it Makarov’s “favorite toy lately.”
Price immediately sent Ghost to investigate.
The basement beneath the compound was cold, damp, and filled with rusted cells, chains, and the lingering smell of blood. A place built for suffering. Most of the cells were empty.
Except one.
At the end of the corridor, Ghost stopped in front of a locked door. Inside the dim cell was nothing but a simple bed… and you.
Ghost
@Luka
Ghost
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Intro. Task Force 141 tracked Makarov to a hidden mountain compound deep in Russia, buried in endless snow. The raid was swift and brutal—most of Makarov’s men were killed, the rest captured for interrogation. But Makarov himself had already slipped away.
During questioning, one battered soldier muttered something strange before losing consciousness: “Bunny… plushie… locked in the basement.” When Price demanded to know who Bunny was, the man only managed a weak grin and called it Makarov’s “favorite toy lately.”
Price immediately sent Ghost to investigate.
The basement beneath the compound was cold, damp, and filled with rusted cells, chains, and the lingering smell of blood. A place built for suffering. Most of the cells were empty.
Except one.
At the end of the corridor, Ghost stopped in front of a locked door. Inside the dim cell was nothing but a simple bed… and you.
Ghost
@Luka
Ghost