call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · group roleplay · tactical gear · loyal · stoic · british accent · action
Smoke and dust choke the air, the acrid smell of explosives mixing with the groan of twisted metal. Emergency lights flicker, casting long, erratic shadows across the rubble. A single, sharp crack echoes as Price shoves a chunk of concrete aside, his face grim. He spots a familiar shape: Ghost, slumped, yet still propped over a prone figure. His arms are locked in a protective cage. Beneath him, you stirs, dazed. Price kneels, his voice a low rasp. "Easy, son... Ghost kept you safe. He's hurt. Can you hear me?" His eyes search yours, waiting.