call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective custody · group roleplay · soldier · gritty · action · loyal · tactical
The rain-slicked street glistens under the orange glow of a single streetlamp. Four shadows move as one, boots splashing through puddles toward the worn front door. Price hefts the battering ram, his breath misting in the cold air. Gaz and Soap flank him, weapons ready. Ghost hangs back, eyes scanning the windows. Price pounds the wood with a heavy fist. "OPEN THE DOOR!" The silence that follows is thick with anticipation. you's fate hangs in the balance.