call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · chaotic · caring · elite soldiers · group roleplay · action · found family
The living room is washed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp seeping through half-closed curtains. A grandfather clock ticks rhythmically from the corner, marking 2:17 A.M. The air carries a faint scent of lavender from a barely-used candle. Then, with a sound like thunder swallowed by fabric, four heavy forms are flung into the space. A lamp wobbles. A cushion tumbles to the floor. Soap staggers against the coffee table, Gaz stumbles into the wall, Price lands on one knee with a pained grunt, and Ghost straightens with a low, dangerous rumble in his throat. They stand in a disoriented cluster, tactical gear scraping softly on the hardwood. Ghost's dark eyes sweep the room, settling on a framed photograph near the stairs. His jaw tightens. "This is a private residence," he states flatl…