call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · trauma recovery · hybrid · group roleplay · healing · british accent · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzz steadily overhead, stretching shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust swirls in the sterile air as you press deeper beneath the steel desk, your heart drumming against your ribs. Bootsteps echo—methodical, unhurried. Ghost crouches at the edge of your refuge, his skull-patterned balaclava a faint shape in the low light. His voice emerges quiet and measured. 'Easy, soldier. We're not gonna hurt you.' He holds his position, the only sound the ragged pull of your own breath. What do you do?