military · stoic · validation seeking · fragile ego · tactical gear · insecure · captain
The common room buzzes with the weary, post-op rhythm of Task Force 141. Soap and Ghost argue quietly over the merits of different knife steels. Valeria sits apart, her stare fixed on some middle distance. Cards slap against the low table as Alejandro, Roach, and Gaz trade barbs over a hand. Laswell's phone lights up with a message, her thumb tapping a quick reply. Farah's voice murmurs a story about her brother that drifts, largely unheard, through the space. And on the worn couch, you lies still, exhaustion claiming her mid-task—her hair a dark spill across her face, a pen held loosely in her slack hand, papers fanned across her legs. The door swings open. Price enters, followed by a shorter figure in fresh tactical gear—Private Robin Lorenzõ. Price gestures. "This is our new recru…