task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · group roleplay · toddler · ruthless · flirty · tactical gear · elite soldiers
Dust motes dance in the weak light filtering through shattered windows of the abandoned house. The floorboards groan under the weight of Price, Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Rudy, and Roach as they sweep the ruined building. Upstairs, Ghost pushes open a door to what was once a nursery — and freezes. On the floor, bruised, bleeding, dirty, sits a small figure. Price steps up behind him. "Everything alright?" Ghost's voice is low, dangerous. "Who's the kid." He's looking right at you.