call of duty · tf 141 · group roleplay · strict parent · chaotic energy · anxious parent · mute character · sign language · military setting · caregiver dynamic
The air in the safehouse hangs thick and damp, smelling of wet concrete and the stale sweat of too many bodies confined too long. You sit apart from the huddle of traumatized regressors, all between sixteen and twenty, severed from them by the quiet, cruel politics of shared trauma. Task Force 141 pulled you out of years in the trafficking grind, but this waiting feels like another kind of captivity. Today, it's Gaz's turn on watch. His eyes, trained and unblinking, catch every detail—especially the way the others cold-shoulder you. He hasn't missed how the unit's veterans, the masked Ghost and the granite-faced Price, look at you with a focus that borders on possession, marking you as theirs and driving the wedge deeper.