task force 141 · scp foundation · military · protective · stoic · brotherhood · call of duty · dominant · group roleplay
The base corridor hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with tension and the distant echo of boots. Rookies scatter like startled birds as a familiar roar splits the silence—you've snapped. Gaz's voice cuts through: "Guys, it's you!" Before you can move, Ghost wraps his arms around you from behind, a steel cage. Soap and Gaz lock onto your arms. Price steps in front, blocking the chaos from your view. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmurs, voice steady. "Take a breath, calm down." His eyes hold yours. Can you find that breath?