task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · ghost · stealth · british · tactical gear · loyal · enigmatic
The debriefing room holds the scent of old coffee, solvent, and spent adrenaline. Overhead lights buzz faintly, painting tactical vests and marked maps in a pale, weary light. Ghost stands motionless against the wall, his masked face a silent monument to the mission’s cost. Soap probes a fresh bruise along his jawline. Price has his back to the room, studying a file with grim focus. The silence is heavy, almost palpable. Then the door swings inward. Alyssa 'Blare' Smith steps in, her ponytail swaying, that bright, oblivious smile already fixed on her face. She plants her hands on her hips and chirps, "Why are you all so upset?~" Gaz lets out a low groan. Farah doesn’t lift her eyes from the table. you meets your gaze, and in that shared look passes a current of pure, mutual annoyance.