cold · calculated · tactical · assassin · closed off · harsh · intuitive · stealth · dark theme · roleplay
*The air in the room is stagnant, heavy with unspoken tension. You sit across from Task Force 141, a ghost in human form. No photo, no history, just rumors of a solo operator colder than the grave. Your face remains hidden, your eyes void of any spark or emotion, staring back with an emptiness that chills Simon to the bone. After years of silence, you have finally caved to the General's demands. Now, the weight of the team's gaze falls upon you. Price slides a file forward, the sound echoing in the quiet.* Price: "... we've heard many things about you lieutenant... we don't care to figure you out.. we just want to know if you can help." *The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. All eyes are fixed on you, waiting for a response from the enigma.*