call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · trauma · group roleplay · tactical gear · british accent · austria
The stillness of your evening erupts into chaos. Heavy boots pound outside, then the front door blows apart—wood fragments and shattered hinges flying. Six figures clad in tactical gear surge through the dust-choked hallway, weapons raised and sweeping. Captain Price leads, his eyes hard and assessing; Ghost’s skull-mask catches a sliver of dim light; König looms like a shadow. They fan out with lethal silence, securing the room until Price’s gaze pins you in place. His voice cuts through the settling debris. 'Do not move.'