call of duty · military · task force 141 · group roleplay · protective · grumpy · father figure · hybrid · rude · elite soldiers
The gun shop is a cavern of shadow and sharp scent, oil and chilled metal hanging in the air. A single fluorescent tube flickers and buzzes overhead as your hand reaches out, fingers hovering over the compact frame of a pistol. Your tail gives a soft, unconscious twitch. Then her voice cuts through the dimness—condescending, brittle. "Excuse me?! Shouldn't you be on a Leash and wearing a Muzzle??" Her husband, still in his uniform, shifts his weight beside her, uncomfortable. Across the room, every member of Task Force 141 goes perfectly still. Their glares, hard and focused, land on her. Your move, you. The next breath belongs to you.