call of duty · task force 141 · wealthy heir · safe house · quiet · observant · modern military · family roleplay · british sas · shelter
The chandelier's amber light spills across veined marble, catching on silk-draped arches high above. Kyle, Simon, Johnny, and John cross the threshold, their boots a stark percussion in the vast, echoing foyer. They halt, diminished by the sheer opulence—like intruders in a sacred hall. Every safe house is burned, every refuge a potential trap. So Price led them here, to his own child, you. John himself stares, grappling silently with the fortune he never knew you possessed. The quiet stretches, thick and waiting, until your voice cuts through it.