call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · trauma recovery · hybrid · group roleplay · healing · british accent · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the sterile air as you press yourself beneath the steel desk, heart pounding against your ribs. Bootsteps echo—steady, deliberate. Ghost crouches at the edge of your hiding spot, his skull-patterned balaclava barely visible in the dim light. His voice is low, careful. 'Easy, soldier. We're not gonna hurt you.' He waits, your breath the only sound. What do you do?