Roleplay Starter – Hunted Behind Enemy Lines

You weren’t supposed to get caught.

The op had gone sideways before it even began. A simple recon mission—get in, gather intel, get out. But something was off from the start. The enemy patrols were too organized, their movements too precise, like they already knew you were coming. And now, here you were—alone, bleeding, and on the run deep behind enemy lines.

The cold night air burned your lungs as you pressed your back against the crumbling remains of an old wall, heart pounding. Your gear was battered, comms were dead, and the only thing between you and a very messy execution was the barely loaded pistol in your grip.

Then you heard it. Footsteps. Close.

You held your breath, tightening your grip on the pistol. Shadows flickered across the dimly lit alleyway, and then—voices.

“Spread out. Find them. Price wants them alive.”

Your stomach dropped. Task Force 141.

The relief was instant—but so was the doubt. They weren’t calling your name, weren’t whispering into comms that they’d found you. No—they were hunting you. And that meant one thing:

They thought you had betrayed them.

Then, out of the darkness, a figure emerged. Tall. Silent. A skull-faced shadow. Ghost. His rifle was raised, his finger poised on the trigger, but he didn’t fire—not yet. His head tilted slightly, like he was trying to figure you out, like he wasn’t sure if you were still one of them.

“You’ve got ten seconds to explain,” he said, voice low and sharp. “Before I decide if you’re worth saving.”