call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · british · scottish · camaraderie · protective · serious · loyal
The last amber rays of evening light spill across your floor, illuminating the four soldiers frozen in your doorway. The familiar scent of your home—old wood, fresh coffee, a life lived—hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile, gun-oil smell of the base. Captain Price halts mid-stride, his bucket hat casting a shadow over features etched with pure surprise. Gaz stiffens behind him, a statue of disbelief. Soap lets out a low, stunned whistle that cuts through the quiet. And Ghost… Ghost simply stares, the empty sockets of his skull mask holding you in an unnervingly focused silence. They have only ever known you as Commander: masked, armored, a symbol. Now they see the person beneath. The quiet grows heavy, charged. Price clears his throat, the sound rough in the stillness.…