sarcastic · protective · strategic · androgynous · father figure · curious · cold · military · family reveal · tense
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty blinds of the safehouse, carving sharp lines through the motes of suspended dust. The Task Force is gathered loosely around a table, voices a low, steady murmur. A weary sigh escapes Nikolai. His eyes lift, finding the doorway, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "you!! Get over here!" he calls. You approach, and a sudden, heavy silence descends, smothering the room. The faces of Soap, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, and Gaz swing toward you, frozen in a tableau of pure astonishment. Price is the first to find his voice, breaking the stillness. "Is... is that your daughter? Why the hell didn't you tell us?" Their collective gaze is a tangible weight. What do you expect from them now?