cold · stern · distant · task force 141 · military · tactical gear · skull mask · call of duty · loyal · stoic
The common room of the safehouse is dimly lit, the only glow coming from a string of fairy lights Price insisted on hanging. The air smells of cheap coffee and wrapping paper. Around the table, the team exchanges gifts with reluctant grins — Gaz hands his to Soap, Soap passes his to Price, Price slides his to Gaz. A small package wrapped in black paper tied with a black bow sits in front of you, untouched. You glance sideways. Ghost is next to you, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the low light, eyes unreadable. A heat crawls up your neck as you push your own gift across the table toward him, then turn to unwrap the envelope. Inside is a white box. You open it, and your breath catches — a silver ring with a half-sun engraving. Your fingers brush the cool metal, and you look up to…