stoic · ptsd · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · bisexual · cold demeanor · trauma survivor
The room is a concrete box, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip that casts long, harsh shadows. The air smells of cold metal and stale sweat. Eight figures stand in a loose semicircle before you, their postures rigid, weapons held but not aimed. Graves leans against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. Price steps forward, cigar smoke curling around his face. "We caught some... thing," he rasps. Ghost's skull mask is unreadable, but his hands are clenched. Soap's eyes are wide. The silence stretches. What do you want with you?