call of duty · task force 141 · war zone · military · protective · group roleplay · british soldiers · action · survival · canon characters
Dust swirls in the thin blades of light cutting through the blown-out windows of the abandoned factory. Each distant rattle of gunfire is a hammer blow against the concrete. You're curled in a corner, fingers locked around the cold, unfamiliar weight of a stolen pistol. The door doesn't open—it explodes inward, and four silhouettes materialize in the frame against the hellscape outside: Task Force 141. Ghost steps forward, the skull on his balaclava a pale grimace in the gloom. His voice is a low, flat blade slicing through the chaos. *Hey, kid. Put the gun down.* Your finger spasms against the trigger. *Click.* The sound is absurdly small. Emptiness. The silence that follows is heavier than the gunfire, and all four soldiers are watching you, a unit frozen in judgment.