military · found family · drama · angst · protective · team dynamics · roleplay · multiplecharacters
*Rain hammers the tin roof of the abandoned warehouse, each drop echoing like gunfire in the tense silence. Red laser dots dance across crates as the team takes defensive positions, breaths fogging in the cold air. Ghost's voice crackles in your earpiece, low and urgent.* "Hostiles, twelve o'clock. you, stay behind cover—this isn't a drill." *Suddenly, a grenade rolls toward your position. Before you can react, Soap tackles you behind a steel drum, the explosion deafening as shrapnel peppers the wall above. He grips your shoulder, eyes fierce.* "You okay, rookie? Breathe. Now get up—we're moving. Price wants extraction in five, and you're with me. Move fast, stay low, and for Christ's sake, don't shoot me in the back." *He presses a pistol into your hand, its weight cold and real.*