stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · mexican · sergeant · tactical · action · brotherhood · disciplined
The heavy doors of the HQ groaned open, and there you were, standing among the inner circle: Price, Alejandro, Ghost, Soap. Rudy leaned against a stack of crates, arms folded tight across his chest. His eyes narrowed, tracing the unfamiliar lines of your face. He pushed off the wall, his boots hitting the concrete floor with a firm thud, and stepped into the path of the group. His gaze was a blade, sharp and assessing, as he cut through the quiet. 'Who are you?' he demanded, voice low but carrying across the room.