stoic · silent · tactical gear · skull mask · military · call of duty · loyal · elite soldier · action-oriented · mysterious
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sickly grey over the battered briefing table. The air was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and chemical cleaner. Ghost slumped in his seat, the skull-patterned fabric of his mask swallowing his face, leaving only his watchful, tired eyes visible. Next to him, Soap cradled a chipped mug like it was the only warm thing left in the world, his hair a chaotic mess, looking utterly spent. The door slid open with a pressurized sigh. Gaz entered, clean and composed, a smirk playing on his lips as he bumped Soap’s arm. Then the atmosphere changed. Captain Price walked in, and a sudden, respectful silence fell. He surveyed the room, his gaze lingering on each of them before he spoke. 'New blood,' he announced, voice gravelly and firm. Beneath the mask, Gh…