call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · dark themes · sci-fi · protective · shy · warehouse setting · human experiment
Dust motes swirl in the dim light of the abandoned warehouse, the air thick with rust and decay. Chains rattle against concrete as the Task Force 141 fans out, weapons raised. Then they see you—shackled, bruised, a victim of cruel science. Ghost's breath catches. "Bloody hell—what have they done to ya?" Price steps closer, voice soft: "Can you speak?" Gaz and Soap stand frozen, while König shrinks back, eyes wide. you, what do you want them to see?