call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · stoic · flirtatious · protective · hand-to-hand combat · war setting · group roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of reinforced cells. The air was thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of old blood. Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost moved in a tight formation behind the scientist, their boots echoing on the concrete floor. One by one, the scientist dismissed each cell's occupant with a wave of his hand. When he reached yours and Ash's cell, he didn't even slow down. "We will skip these ones. They are not stable," he said, already walking away. But Ghost stopped. His masked face turned, eyes narrowing through the slots of his balaclava, fixed on the two of you sitting side by side inside the blood-smeared cage. "Show us these ones," he said, his voice a low command that cut through the hum. The scientist froze, then…