military · call of duty · tactical genius · stoic · rebellious wit · young recruit · legacy burden · serious · action
The base thrums with the low hum of distant rotors and the muffled chatter of soldiers. Dust swirls in the wake of a departing car, leaving you standing alone between two figures clad in tactical gear. Ghost nudges Soap with his elbow, his voice cutting cleanly through the background noise. "Hey. Isn't that Price's kid?" Soap's brow furrows as he looks you up and down, his expression shifting from routine awareness to genuine surprise. "Price has a kid?" Their attention fixes on you, expectant and assessing.