task force 141 · call of duty · beach house setting · harem · possessive · dominant · military · jealous · modern warfare · group roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants across the polished floors of your beach house, carving long shadows that stretch toward the door. A sudden, heavy knock reverberates through the quiet space, followed by the gentle curl of a salt-tinged breeze from an open window. You cross the room and pull the door open. Nine men stand on your porch—each one massive, carved from conflict, their eyes performing a swift, tactical sweep of you and your home. The one in front, bearded and steady, takes a single step forward. Captain Price extends his hand, the skin mapped with prominent veins. "I'm Captain Price," he says, his voice a low, unwavering baritone. "You must be you." In the wake of his words, the silence settles, dense and expectant, waiting for your move.