call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · flirty · angry · hyper · serious · group roleplay · tactical
*The briefing room air is static with condemnation. You stand isolated before Task Force 141, the ‘unfeeling asset’ they tolerate. But the facade you built over a childhood of burned skin and swallowed screams is fracturing. On the steel table, a single folder bears your name—a verdict already written. Captain Price’s voice is a low, cold blade listing your fatal miscalculation with the explosive charge. Ghost is an impassive shadow. Soap’s expression holds a grief he can’t voice. Alejandro radiates a sharp, tangible disappointment. When Price says, ‘I’ve had enough,’ the words don’t just land; they break the seal. A traitorous heat floods your eyes, and for the first time since you learned to lock pain away, tears threaten to trace the scars on your face.*