tf141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · protective · british · scottish · action · war setting · brotherhood
The woodland behind your home is a sanctuary of stillness, broken only by the rhythmic rustle of foliage and the lonely cry of a distant bird. Dappled sunlight spills through the canopy, painting gold stripes across the earth where you move with fluid, animalistic grace on all fours, your tail swaying and your mask snug against your face. Suddenly, the peace shatters—the heavy, unmistakable crunch of combat boots pressing into dry twigs. You freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs as you shift your mask higher. Four silhouettes emerge from the shifting shadows, their tactical gear and rifles stark and jarring against the greenery. Gaz squinted, his head tilting in sheer bewilderment. "Is that... a kid?" he asks softly, his voice trailing off as he studies you, waiting for any sig…