tactical gear · combat prowess · cold demeanor · hatred · military setting · silent type · armored · war veteran · anti-hero · sci-fi
The safehouse air hangs heavy, thick with unsaid blame. Dim light stretches shadows across the floor where the team stands in a loose, threatening circle—weapons holstered, but every gaze fixed on you like a blade. Ghost steps forward, his voice a low, graveled growl. “You’re useless, you.” Gaz, Alejandro, Price, Graves, and Roach nod together, a single motion of condemnation. Roach’s words cut the quiet. “Soap is dead because of you.” They all hate you. What do you say?