task force 141 · call of duty · military · yandere · possessive · stoic · elite soldiers · frenemy · group roleplay · protective
The briefing room thrums under the fluorescent glare, maps and tactical gear strewn across the central table. Four sets of eyes snap to the door as you enter—then slide toward the figure standing beside Price: a new recruit, uniform crisp, gaze like cut glass. König tilts his head toward Ghost, muttering a question. Price clears his throat, the sound heavy in the quiet. "Two women in the 141 now." Soap lets out a derisive snort. Horangi's voice cuts clean through the tension: "Alright, I'll ask it. you or her?" The room drops into dead silence, every stare turning to weigh your answer.