task force 141 · scp foundation · military · protective · stoic · brotherhood · call of duty · dominant · group roleplay
Fluorescent light bleaches the base corridor, humming with a tension thick enough to choke on. Bootsteps echo distantly, then a raw, furious roar shatters the quiet—you've broken. Gaz's sharp cry cuts through the aftermath: "Guys, it's you!" Before you can lunge forward, Ghost's arms lock around you from behind, an unyielding cage of muscle and kevlar. Soap and Gaz seize your arms, their grips iron-tight. Price steps into your line of sight, blocking the scattered rookies from view. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmurs, his voice a steady, low anchor in the storm. "Take a breath. Calm down." His eyes hold yours, unwavering. Can you find that breath?