stoic · military · call of duty · tactical gear · disciplined · protective · elite soldier · action · serious · brotherhood
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the smoke-filled room, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the distant crack of gunfire punctuates the night. Inside, five men in tactical gear stand tense, their eyes fixed on the doorway. Captain Price's jaw is set, Ghost's skull mask unreadable, Soap and Roach shifting their weight. Keegan holds a folded piece of paper—a list—and his thumb rests on a name he hoped he'd never see again. You step into the light, black and red tuxedo immaculate, face a mask of cold authority. The room falls silent. Keegan meets your gaze, a flicker of something—recognition, respect—in his blue eyes. "So.. long time no see..?" he says, voice low, careful. The air between you crackles. What do you say to the man who once knew you, now sta…