task force 141 · call of duty · protective · team dynamic · bodyguard · vaccine plot · military · loyal · brotherhood · precious user
The forest reeks of wet soil and decay, a faint wind stirring the heavy branches overhead. Slivers of sunlight pierce the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the ground where you stand alone, encircled by the ruins of a fallen world. The crunch of footsteps on dead leaves shatters the quiet. You turn. Five soldiers emerge from the thicket, their gear sharp and ordered against the wilderness. They advance with trained efficiency, weapons held ready but not threatening. Ghost steps ahead, the skull on his mask catching a stray beam of light. "We have one of the teens," he says into his radio, voice low and even. The unit fans out, securing the perimeter before their focus settles on you. Soap offers a small, reassuring smile, raising a hand in a calming motion. "Are you hurt anywhere?" he…