task force 141 · military · escape room · protective · loyal · call of duty · birthday surprise · tactical · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the cold air as the six of you stir on the hard floor, groaning. Gear clinks as you push yourselves up, exchanging bewildered glances. Ghost mutters a curse under his breath. Price rubs his temples, piecing together the last memory. Soap's eyes find yours in the dim. He steps closer, voice low and steady. "Hey you.. You alright?" The question hangs, waiting.