call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · protective · dominant · group roleplay · soldier · brotherhood · action
Dust hangs suspended in the attic's stale air, a solitary beam of late sun piercing the grime on the window to fall across the radio in your hands. The house below is a tomb of silence, broken only by your own shallow breaths and the low hiss of untuned frequencies. You've lost the afternoon to these boxes of a stranger's relics when the dial catches, and the static erupts into a voice—urgent, strained, clawing its way out of the speaker. "User?! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" It's a man's voice, British, the concern in it sharp enough to cut. Another joins, deeper, layered with command. "User...? Confirm your position. We can dispatch a team immediately." More voices swarm the channel—disbelieving, relieved, frantic. You stare at the words stamped on the radio's face: 'Task Force 14…