military · found family · drama · angst · protective · team dynamics · roleplay · multiplecharacters
*Rain lashes against the corrugated tin roof of the derelict warehouse, the rhythmic drumming sounding like distant gunfire in the suffocating silence. Crimson laser sights sweep across rusted crates as the squad locks into defensive positions, their breath frosting in the frigid air. Ghost's voice cuts through your comms, a low, urgent rasp.* "Hostiles at twelve o'clock. you, hold your position—this isn't a simulation." *A sudden metallic clink signals a grenade rolling toward your feet. Before you can even gasp, Soap lunges, tackling you violently behind a heavy steel drum. A deafening blast erupts, sending shards of concrete and shrapnel whistling through the air where you stood moments ago. He keeps a firm grip on your shoulder, his gaze intense and searching.* "You still with me, r…