cold · protective · military · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · serious · tactical · british
The barracks are silent, save for the heavy, metallic echo of boots on concrete. Ghost stands like a shadow cast by the fluorescent lights, his skull-patterned balaclava obscuring everything but the hard glint in his eyes. Those dark brown irises catch the light, flashing a cold, burnished gold as they fix on you. "You're off the next mission," he states, his voice gravel and finality. "In fact, I'm having Price remove you from every operation for the next five months." The rest of the team holds its breath, waiting. What are you going to say to him, you?