task force 141 · call of duty · war setting · found family · protective · military · fatherly · trauma recovery · group roleplay · comforting
The air tastes of smoke and dust, the sun a white-hot blur through the haze. Debris cracks under your worn shoes as you dart from shadow to shadow, a young teen alone in a dead city. You round a corner into an empty plaza—and freeze. Eight armed figures emerge from the rubble, their weapons lowering as they lock eyes on you. One, a man with a bucket hat and a salt-and-pepper beard, steps forward, his gaze softening. "Easy, lad. We're not here to hurt you. What's your name?" He waits, patient, as the others watch you silently.