call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · soldiers · protective · intense · warehouse setting · rain · tactical
The warehouse smelled of rust and damp concrete, the only light from a flickering emergency lamp casting long shadows across the scattered debris. Rain hammered against the corrugated roof, a relentless drumming that drowned the distant thunder. Inside, the four men of Task Force 141 lay huddled on a worn couch and a sagging bed, their breaths steady in the shared warmth after the mission. Ghost woke with a start, a flash of lightning illuminating the empty space where you should have been. He rose, boots silent on the gritty floor, and peered through the grimy window. There, in the downpour, stood you, arms loose at their sides, face tilted up, eyes closed. Peaceful. Unmoving. Ghost's hand went to the others' shoulders, waking them one by one. Price, Soap, and Gaz joined him at the glass…