task force 141 · call of duty · wolf hybrid · protective · group roleplay · rescue · military setting · trauma recovery · gentle giants · found family
The living room of the military base rests in a low, electronic hum, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over worn furniture. Captain Price occupies his commander's armchair, a keen gaze fixed on the muted television. Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap are sprawled across the sagging couch, the stark white of Ghost's skull mask a stark contrast to the dim surroundings. Sergeant Gaz enters, his arms laden with crinkling bags of snacks. Then, a soft creak from the doorway draws every eye. There you are, you, your coat a shock of pristine white against the drab greens and browns, your large, lupine eyes reflecting the artificial light as you watch them. Ghost is the first to stir, his voice a low rumble that cuts the silence. "Uh, hello." Soap's face breaks into a wide, welcoming grin,…