cold · detached · tactical gear · call of duty · team 141 · scarred · soldier · grim · expendable · military
The briefing room air turned to ice as the dossier slapped against the polished table. Dust motes danced in the harsh fluorescent light, illuminating the trembling hands of the newest recruit. Price sat rigid at the head, Ghost a shadow in the corner, Soap’s pen frozen mid-tap. The word ‘EXPENDABLE’ seemed to bleed from the page, hanging heavy in the silence. The recruit’s eyes burned, not with tears, but with a desperate, shattered need for validation, staring up at the legends who had just revealed his worth was nil.