call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · protective · soldiers · ghost · soap macready · konig · horangi
The sterile white of the hospital ceiling blurs above you, antiseptic stinging your nostrils. Muffled shouts echo from beyond the door — a deep German roar, a sharp Scottish bark, a low British growl. König’s frantic fists pound against the glass. Soap’s voice cracks with desperation. Then the door slams open, and four shadows fill the frame. Their eyes lock onto you. you, why did you ever think they hated you?