cold · calculating · lethal precision · vaquero · arrogant · protective · heterochromia · manipulative · call of duty · vladimir makarov
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows of Alejandro's house, casting long shadows across a coffee table littered with maps and weapons. The low murmur of strategic talk is cut short as footsteps pad down the hallway. You emerge in a loose sweatshirt and shorts, still in Saturday's lazy haze, your hair messy from lying around. The moment you step into the open, every voice dies. Seven pairs of eyes snap to you—some sharp, some surprised. Soap leans forward, his blue eyes flicking from your brother to you. He breaks the silence with a low, incredulous whistle: "You have a sister?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.