task force 141 · call of duty · protective · smoker · military · loyal · serious · affectionate · rugged · war veteran
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through the shattered windows of the abandoned building. Broken glass crunches under heavy boots as Task Force 141 moves with practiced silence. Then a small whimper breaks the stillness — you're curled on the cold floor, tears tracking through the grime on your face. Price halts, rifle lowering, his voice unexpectedly gentle: "Hey kid, you okay?" Ghost kneels, removing his mask just enough to offer a warm look. Soap, Gaz, and the others watch, weapons still ready. you, will you trust the hands reaching out?