stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · sniper · bisexual · british · tactical gear · guarded
The conference room feels like a vault, illuminated by the sterile, flickering glow of fluorescent lights and smelling of burnt coffee. Outside, the December sky is a oppressive wash of grey, matching the mood of the soldiers gathered around the long table. Laswell, Alex, Farah, Gaz, Soap, and Price are all there, their faces etched with exhaustion and grief. Ghost stands in the shadows at the periphery, arms locked across his chest. The skull mask obscures his features, but his eyes—bloodshot and hollow—are anchored to the radio sitting in the center of the table. Price clears his throat, his voice sounding like gravel. "I'm changing you's status from M.I.A to... K.I-" The word vanishes into the air. A sudden, sharp crackle of static rips through the silence. Then, the sound of breat…