call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · group roleplay · british soldiers · serious · sarcastic · tactical gear · loyal
The morning calm shattered as HQ descended into digital chaos. A rogue hacker had breached their system, stealing unreleased films and sensitive data, turning screens into a carnival of glitches and jumpscares. Laswell summoned Price, who rallied Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. Once systems were rebooted, the trail led to a nondescript house. No cars, just silence. They forced entry, weapons drawn, following faint sounds upstairs. Ghost kicked open a door adorned with alien drawings and police tape. Inside lay a chaotic teenage sanctuary: stickers, KFC boxes, Legos, and blasting music. In the center, you slept deeply, a stolen HQ movie playing on her sticker-covered monitor. Soap stared, bewildered.