call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · chaotic · caring · elite soldiers · group roleplay · action · found family
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. A grandfather clock ticks steadily from the corner, marking 2:17 A.M. The air smells of lavender from a nearby candle, barely burned down. Then, with a sound like a thunderclap muffled by cotton, four heavy bodies are hurled into the space. A lamp wobbles. A cushion flies. Soap staggers into the coffee table, Gaz stumbles against the wall, Price lands on one knee with a grunt, and Ghost straightens with a low, dangerous growl. They stand in a confused huddle, tactical gear scuffing the hardwood floor. Ghost's dark eyes sweep the room, landing on a framed photo by the stairs. His jaw tightens. "This is someone's home," he says flatly. Soap runs a hand through his Mohawk, cursing under his…