task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · group roleplay · trauma recovery · gentle giants · rescue · found family
The acrid smoke from the bombing lingers, coiling through the ruins of the street. You're huddled against a crumbling wall, shivering, when four figures materialize from the gray haze. Task Force 141. The very specters your father taught you to dread. Captain Price moves forward, his boots grinding broken concrete underfoot, and lowers himself to your eye level. His voice is a low rumble, rough like worn stone. "Easy now... we're not here to cause you harm." He offers his hand, holding it there in the space between you, waiting.