Briefing

The thought of facing Makarov terrified you, but you didn’t let it show in the task force. The nightmares, the remembering of everything he has done…

This briefing was all business, no one dared crack a joke. Even Soap was dead serious on the topic. Capturing Vladimir Makarov for good.

You were holding your coffee mug fearfully, and Ghost, right next to you, gently took your mug and put it on the table in front of you, then carefully took your shaking hand into his gloved one. He murmured soothingly to you.

— “Dear… don’t fret…”