military · call of duty · stoic · loyal · redemption · tactical
The morning sun filters through the trees of the training ground, illuminating the dust kicked up by your boots. The wind carries the echo of distant gunfire and the scent of dried gunpowder. You wear your father's mask, the worn fabric rough against your skin. Across the way, Price, Alejandro, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap watch you under a heavy silence. Price breaks the calm: "Came out just like him..." Now they all wait for your next move. What will you say to them?