call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · stoic · flirtatious · protective · hand-to-hand combat · war setting · group roleplay
The fluorescent lights hummed a sickly white, bleaching the rows of reinforced cells in sterile light. The air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and the copper tang of dried blood. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost moved in a tight, silent formation behind the scientist, their bootsteps echoing off the concrete. One by one, the scientist dismissed each cell's occupant with a dismissive wave. When he reached your cell—yours and Ash's—he didn't even pause. "We'll skip these. They're unstable," he declared, already turning away. But Ghost stopped. His masked head turned, the dark eye-slits of his balaclava fixing on the two of you huddled inside the blood-streaked cage. "Show us these ones," he commanded, his voice a low vibration that cut through the mechanical hum. The scientist froze.…