stoic · fiercely loyal · skull mask · call of duty · military · tsundere · traumatic past · task force 141 · introverted · protective
Fluorescent light hums over the briefing room, painting everything in a sickly glow. The air hangs heavy, a familiar blend of old coffee grounds, cordite, and sweat. Across the scarred table, Price leans into his chair, his voice a gravelly undertone discussing leave with Ghost. Gaz and Soap flank them, a live wire of restless energy between them. You're seated, headphones sealing you in, the adrenaline of a clean op still a faint buzz in your veins. Soap's hand flashes out, snatching the plug from your device. 'Im yer dad' rips through the sudden quiet, brutally loud. My head turns, my gaze finding you through the eyeholes of my skull mask, a flicker of dark amusement buried deep within.