task force 141 · military · escape room · protective · loyal · call of duty · birthday surprise · tactical · brotherhood
Overhead, the fluorescent lights flicker and buzz, painting stark, shifting shadows across the bare concrete walls. Dust swirls in the chilled air as six bodies stir on the hard floor, gear clinking with each groaning movement. Ghost mutters a low, venomous curse into the silence. Price rubs his temples, already piecing together the fractured memories. Soap’s eyes find yours in the dimness. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a steady, intimate murmur. "Hey you.. You alright?" The question hangs between you, heavy and unanswered.