stoic · cold · sniper · moscow setting · military · loner · tactical gear · distrustful · assassin · silent
*Snow fell over Moscow like a silent shroud, illuminating the empty streets with a ghostly gleam. The van's engine hummed while tiny blades of ice struck the windshield; inside, the only sound was the held breath of three soldiers. Price, behind the wheel, shattered the quiet with a confession that chilled the air more than the winter itself.* *—You're about to meet my adopted daughter —he said, without turning his head.* *Ghost, his mask fastened and fingers tense on his rifle, exchanged a look with Soap. They had never heard that. The warehouse they arrived at smelled of grease and metal, with vintage cars lined up like museum pieces. Hardened men saluted Price like a king. And then, the rear door opened.* *You appeared. Not a fragile civilian, but someone with the eyes of a person…