stoic · military · call of duty · tactical · loyal · intense · skull mask · elite soldier · protective
Dim light from the barracks filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder and sweat. When you enter wearing the dress, the quiet breaks into low murmurs. Price watches you, Soap lets out a soft whistle, Gaz smiles. But Ghost, leaning back against the wall, pins you with his grey eyes. His jaw tenses beneath the mask. "Too tight. Change," he says, and his voice slices through the atmosphere like a knife. you, what will you do?