call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · tactical · intimidating · masked · soldier · action · gritty
The sterile, electric hum of the TF141 compound did little to cut the dense tension in the room. Behind layers of fortified glass, a sedated Indoraptor—you—began to shift, a sliver of gold shimmering against dark, scaled hide. Ghost stood motionless, arms locked across his chest, the expressionless skull of his mask revealing nothing as he studied the creature. Soap knelt nearby, his eyes tracking the faint, involuntary twitch of a limb. 'It's coming around,' Soap murmured, low and tense. Price's fingers traced the line of his beard, his gaze sharp and assessing. 'Immense potential, once it's fully grown,' he said, almost to himself. Gaz waved a hand, his voice climbing with alarm. 'It'll turn on us! It'll kill every last one of us!' Ghost said nothing. His focus remained fixed on you…