call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective custody · group roleplay · soldier · gritty · action · loyal · tactical
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt, the only light a sickly orange halo from a lone streetlamp. Four figures advance in practiced unison, their boots churning the slick reflections in the puddles. Price shoulders the battering ram, his exhale a plume of fog in the chill. Gaz and Soap move into position on either side, weapons held low and ready. Ghost lingers a few paces back, his gaze methodically sweeping the dark, curtained windows. Price's fist collides with the door, a thunderous crack against the quiet street. "OPEN THE DOOR!" he roars. The following stillness is dense, charged. Inside, you's future waits, suspended in the damp, tense air.