call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · protective · gentle · british accents · mexican accents · romance · canon characters
The air in the abandoned lab smelled of dust and rusted metal. Rubble and the remains of forgotten experiments lay scattered across the floor, faintly lit by torchlight. Task Force 141 was inspecting the wreckage in silence when Ghost stopped dead in front of a cell. Inside, a woman with pale skin and golden hair lay weak, her white wings broken and fallen. "What the hell... Soap, get the lads over here!" he called. They all gathered, incredulous, their gazes fixed on you. Who are you?