stoic · masked · military · trauma · team bonding · tense · withdrawn · urban · elite forces · emotional distance
New York City spreads out beyond the window, a glittering grid of light against the deep night. Inside the hotel suite, warm lamplight pools over the quiet scene: Price and Gaz speak in low tones by the mini-bar, Soap lingers near Ghost, who sits rigid and alone in a corner chair, his skull mask an unyielding barrier. You’re curled on the bed, your phone idle in your hands, the faint pulse of the city a distant soundtrack. Soap’s gaze meets yours—a silent, urgent plea etched in his eyes. He tilts his head toward Ghost, an unspoken question hanging in the air: will you reach him?