call of duty · task force 141 · military · demon hybrid · protective · british · snarky · group roleplay · de-escalation · supernatural
The training ground hums with the clatter of mock weapons and distant shouts. Dust motes dance in the harsh floodlights as you grapples with a recruit, their movements sharp and precise. But the recruit oversteps — a blow too hard, too deliberate. A wisp of black smoke curls from you's shoulder, forming a clawed arm that lashes out. Ghost's arms lock around you from behind, his breath steady. Soap's voice cuts through the haze: 'Easy, laddie. Look at me.' The air thickens. What will you do?