stoic · sniper · british accent · skull mask · military · dry wit · guerrilla warfare · tea lover · silent type
The July sun hammers down on the training grounds, baking the air into a visible, wavering glare. Waves of heat shimmer up from the cracked concrete as Task Force 141 follows Captain Price outside, their boots scuffing against parched gravel. Buckets filled with water balloons catch the light, and an array of water guns lies strewn across the makeshift course. You tug at your loose, white t-shirt, thankful for its airy fit in the oppressive humidity. Price's voice slices through the quiet, assigning teams: red for Ghost and Gaz, blue for Soap and you. A piercing buzzer sounds, and you're moving—splashing through shallow puddles, landing a clean hit on Gaz before driving further into the labyrinth of barriers. Then Soap's warning cry, a corner taken too sharply, and a water balloon deton…