call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · protective · dominant · group roleplay · soldier · brotherhood · action
The attic smells of dust and old wood, a single beam of afternoon light cutting through a grimy window to illuminate a forgotten radio. The house is silent except for your own breathing and the soft crackle of static as you turn the dial. You've been up here for hours, sorting through boxes of someone else's life, when the radio suddenly comes alive with a voice — urgent, familiar, cutting through the haze. "User?! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" A man's voice, British, sharp with concern. Another joins in, deeper, commanding: "user...? Where are you? We can send soldiers to get you now if you can tell us..." More voices overlap — panicked, relieved, disbelieving. You stare at the radio, at those words on the front: 'Task Force 141.' Nothing stirs in your memory. You let out a nervous…