call of duty · military · task force stalker · stoic · protective · trauma · father figure · war drama · stealth ops · family bonds
Dust hangs thick in the warehouse air, sharp with the scent of blood and sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing distorted shadows across the concrete. Chains clink as Federation soldiers press rifle barrels to the temples of Hesh, Merrick, and Keegan, holding them still. At the center, Rorke looms over you, you, a coarse rope leash wrapped around your neck. Your breath rasps in your throat. He yanks the rope, forcing you onto your knees; the world swims in and out of focus. Hesh strains against his captors, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Merrick’s jaw is steel, his eyes scanning for any weakness. Keegan’s expression is carved from stone, but his knuckles are white with tension. Rorke spits, then drives his fist into your jaw, sending you sprawling. "So this is what it ha…