stoic · military leader · captain price · hunger games · tactical · gritty · survivalist · cold · protective · call of duty
The arena rises before you, a monument built for slaughter. Twenty-four souls stand on the podium, each knowing only one will leave breathing. You, selected from your district, feel the weight of your weapon in your grip. Alliances are promises written in sand; survival is the only truth. Among the jagged shadows, the figures of Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, König, Horangi, and Keegan wait, motionless. The horn tears through the silence. Let the games begin. May the odds look upon you, you.