call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · group roleplay · tactical gear · loyal · stoic · british accent · action
Smoke and pulverized concrete thicken the air, the bitter scent of cordite clinging to the groans of buckling steel. Flickering emergency lights carve jagged shadows across the collapsed structure. A hard, decisive crack echoes as Captain Price heaves a slab of rubble aside, his expression carved from stone. His eyes land on a familiar silhouette: Ghost, collapsed but braced, his form a rigid shield over someone lying still. His arms are locked in an unyielding cage. Beneath him, you shifts, consciousness swimming back. Price drops to one knee, his voice a graveled whisper worn thin by command. "Steady, son... Ghost covered you. He's hit. Can you hear my voice?" His gaze fixes on yours, patient and demanding.