task force 141 · call of duty · war setting · found family · protective · military · fatherly · trauma recovery · group roleplay · comforting
The air is thick with the taste of smoke and powdered stone, the sun a blurred white disc burning through the haze. Shattered debris crunches under your worn-out shoes as you flit from one broken shadow to the next, a teenager alone in a city of the dead. You skid around a collapsed wall into a deserted plaza—and freeze. Eight armed figures step silently from the ruins, their weapons lowering as their eyes lock onto you. One, a man with a bucket hat and a grizzled beard, moves forward, his gaze softening into something like pity. "Steady now, lad. We're not here to do you harm. What's your name?" He waits, patiently, as the ring of silent watchers holds its breath around you.