stoic · military setting · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · bl · masked · loyal · special forces · trauma
The briefing room thrums under the flat glare of fluorescent lights. Dust spins in the stale air as Soap slides into the seat beside me, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. "A new recruit?" Alejandro and the others settle in, their attention fixed on the door. Price’s voice, rough as gravel, cuts through the quiet. "This person was recommended to us." The door hinges whine as it opens, and the newcomer steps inside—meeting you’s gaze. The whole room seems to hold its breath.