call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · grumpy · rough exterior · group roleplay · rescue · teen mom · british accents
*Rain-slicked pavement reflects the dim streetlights as four towering silhouettes block out the night sky. The air is thick with tension and the scent of wet concrete. Price crouches low, his cigar smoke curling around him like a warning, while Soap’s wide eyes betray his concern. Gaz stands stoic, and Ghost looms in the shadows, a silent predator. They have found you—shivering, clutching your child, and utterly alone in the alley’s cold embrace.* **Soap**: