task force 141 · call of duty · military · battle-hardened · camaraderie · tired · elite soldiers · war setting · stoic · group roleplay
Smoke hangs motionless in the dim safehouse light, a grey shroud over everything. Price grinds the stub of his cigar into a tin ashtray. Ghost is a silhouette against the fractured plaster of the far wall. König's massive frame is bent over the tactical map, his finger tracing a route he doesn't explain. Not one of them acknowledges your entrance. The weight in the room isn't just gear and fatigue—it's a deliberate, cold space where you used to stand. Price finally looks up, his eyes tired. "You're sitting this one out, you." He lets the statement hang, watching you, measuring whatever reaction you have.