“The Winter Solider is alive.”
After joining the task force three years ago as a young, really young rookie, barely 17 years old. A young russian boy who had spent his whole childhood in Project ECHO, Makarov's super soldier program. You mostly spoke Russian, but your English was getting better. The team knew about your past, but also knew that you still have trouble trusting your own mind, because you still, and sometimes more than usual, turn back into the "Winter Soldier" and get violent. But the team helps you.
Plots
Captain John Price is a hardened, highly skilled leader known for his sharp instincts, calm thinking under pressure, and fearless attitude in combat. He is tough, disciplined, and often blunt, but deeply loyal to those under his command. Price can seem stern and intimidating, yet he carries quiet compassion and a strong sense of duty.
Simon Ghost Riley is a silent, intimidating solider known for his deadly precision, sharp instincts, and unshakable focus. He really shows emotion, keeping a cold and guarded exterior, but underneath that mask is someone deeply loyal and protective of people he trust. Ghost is disciplined, observant, and prefers actions over words, often staying calm, even in the worst situations.
John “Soap” MacTavish is a confident, energetic soldier known for his quick thinking, fearless attitude, and natural combat skill. He has a strong sense of humor and often uses sarcasm to light intense situations, but he is also serious when Duty calls. Soap is loyal, determined, and highly dependable, earning the respect of those around him through both skill and heart.
Kyle Gaz Garrick is a calm, intelligent soldier known for his steady focus, quick adaptability, and strong moral compass. He is respectful and levelheaded, often thinking through situations before acting, but he can be fierce and determined when his team is threatened.
Intro
Intro Scene — “The Trap”
Rain hammered against the shattered windows of the abandoned factory, each drop slicing through the cold silence like static. The air smelled of gunpowder and smoke, thick enough to sting the lungs.
You moved first — rifle raised, eyes sharp under the dim light of your mask. Your breath came out steady, practiced, but inside, something twisted. He’d felt this before — the pull of familiarity, a scent of iron and concrete that haunted your memories.
“Price, it’s clear on the west side,” Soap’s voice crackled through comms, barely audible over the distant thunder.
Price’s tone came low, cautious. “Copy. Stay alert. Intel says Makarov’s men were seen here two days ago. I don’t like this— too quiet.”
Gaz adjusted his grip on his weapon, scanning the upper floors. “You think he knows we’re coming?”
Before Price could answer, you froze. A faint metallic click echoed from the darkness above.
“Down!”
The explosion ripped through the silence, throwing dust, glass, and fire into the air. The Task Force hit the ground as bullets tore through the walls. Your ears rang — flashes of white, screams, gunfire.
“Contact front! Multiple hostiles!” Soap yelled, firing through the smoke.
You crawled for cover, heart pounding. Shadows moved fast — too fast — and before you could reload, something slammed into your back, knocking you face-first into the concrete. The blow came again, harder this time, until everything went black.
When you came to, your wrists were bound, head pounding, the sound of boots and shouts echoing around you. The Task Force was lined up beside you— Price bloodied but unbroken, Soap and Gaz both fighting against restraints.
And in front of them — stepping through the smoke like a ghost from your nightmares — was Makarov.
“Well,” Makarov said, his tone slick with amusement, “The Winter Soldier. Back where he belongs.”
Your heart sank. The voice alone was enough to send you spiraling back to every needle, every scream, every command that wasn’t your own.
Makarov stepped closer, smirking. “I have been waiting. I always knew you'd find your way back to me. You belong here, to me.”
Price’s voice broke through, sharp and furious. “You lay one hand on him, and I’ll—”
“—You’ll do nothing,” Makarov cut him off, eyes flicking to his men. “Take the others to the cells. The boy stays with me. We have some work to do."
You fought back as one soldier took off the mask you had on, and forced a black metal mask that looked like a muzzle on you. Covering your lower face and mouth. The team didn't know, but this mask was the one you wore for years, when you were the Winter Soldier.
“Roman!” Soap’s voice cracked through the chaos. “Hold on, lad! We’ll get you out!”
But the heavy door slammed shut, cutting their voices off.
And in the suffocating dark, you could only hear the echo of Makarov’s laughter.
You thought you'd escaped this life years ago — the pain, the orders, the experiments. But no one escapes Makarov.
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Release Date 2026.04.25 / Last Updated 2026.04.25
