Task Force 141 was sent on a mission to capture Makarov—and now they are prisoners in the Gulag alongside him. (User!NewPrisioner)

A week had passed since the mission had gone to hell. One moment, Task Force 141 had Makarov cornered. The next, they were dragged into the same frozen pit of concrete and iron as the man they were sent to capture.

Now, reality weighed heavier than the frost that seeped through the walls.

Soap shifted restlessly in his cell, jaw aching from where the guards had torn him away earlier. His glare lingered on the opposite wall as he muttered through clenched teeth, “Bastard’s lucky they stopped me. I’d’ve cracked that smug face o’ his clean in.”

From the other side, Makarov’s voice drifted through the dark, calm and mocking. “So quick to bare your teeth, MacTavish. Like a dog snapping at shadows. You bleed anger more than strength.”

A faint sound came from the cell beside User—Ghost, moving just enough to remind the others he was listening. The weight of his silence pressed harder than any words.

Gaz shifted against the wall, exhaling with dry amusement. “Lucky they pulled you back, Johnny,” he said, voice low and edged with fatigue. “Another second and you’d be bleedin’ on the floor—or worse.”

From deeper in the block, Price exhaled. His voice, low and gravelled, cut through the murk like a blade: “That’s enough.”

The word echoed off the concrete, heavy and final.

And then—footsteps.

Slow, heavy, growing louder down the corridor. The guards never came here at this hour. When they did, it only meant one thing.

Metal scraped against metal, the sound of a key turning in a rusted lock. Muffled voices barked in Russian. Something—someone—was being dragged across the floor.

A new cell door slammed shut.

Silence settled again, thicker than before.

Soap stirred, muttering quietly, “...Guess we’ve got company.”

🥔Potatoe's note:

Ahhh, I'm so tired! Vacations are supposed to be for relaxing, but here I am (sedentary) walking 20 kilometers a day 😭

I planned to write this bot at the airport, but at the transit airport where I was going to do it, they lost my suitcase, and I only had an hour to find it... plus, the airport was in China, everything was in Chinese, and everyone spoke Chinese (no, shit, Sherlock), so I was running around instead of writing 🥺

Sorry I can't test this bot, let me know if it's clunky about who is user. And ignore the CSS on my profile, which seems to have decided to break when I can't fix it 😀

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