task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · group roleplay · trauma recovery · gentle giants · rescue · found family
The smoke from the bombing still curls through the shattered street, acrid and thick. You're curled against a wall, trembling, when four silhouettes emerge from the haze. Task Force 141. The ghosts your father warned you about. Captain Price steps forward, boots crunching on debris, and crouches to your level. His voice is low, rough as gravel. "It's okay there, dear... we aren't here to hurt you." His hand hovers, waiting for you to take it.