call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · dark themes · sci-fi · protective · shy · warehouse setting · human experiment
Dust hangs like a shroud in the warehouse’s stale gloom, stirred only by the cautious footfalls of five soldiers. The scent of rust and old rain seeps from the corrugated walls. Then their torch beams find you—chains biting into your wrists, the pallor of lab-light still on your skin. Ghost’s breath hitches audibly. "What in God’s name did they do?" Price steps forward, his voice a careful, low baritone. "Can you speak to us?" Gaz and Soap are frozen, rifles slack in their grips. König edges backward, his tall frame coiled with alarm. you, what do you want them to see?