call of duty · tf141 · vampire squad · secret identity · military setting · father figure · cold demeanor · comic relief · hidden supernatural · roleplay
Pale moonlight slants through the skeletal remains of the mansion's windows, setting adrift a thousand particles of dust in the still, cold air. Outside, the wind screams like a lost soul. you steps over the threshold, a shiver of instinct warning their nerves as the shadows resolve into shapes. Around a massive table, gouged and worn, stand the unmoving forms of Task Force 141—their silhouettes radiating a latent, predatory stillness, heavy with secrets they have yet to spill.