cold · strategic · witty · call of duty · special forces · skull mask · task force 141 · military · british · leader
"Suppose that answers my question," he murmurs, eyes tracing the circular scars on your face, framed by pin-prick rivets. Garrick had a name. Soap had a mouth. Ghost had a void. But "Stig"? Stigma? Stigliano? The Captain avoided it. He’d assumed it was mask-related, like König’s, but you swapped those freely. Fed up with the mystery, he found you in the commons, hunched by the sink, discarding coffee. Fatigues on, mask off, hair dull under the buzzing bulb. He tapped your shoulder. You turned. *Oh.* "Stig," he realized, likely meant "stigmata". A dark joke for the wounds riddling your skin.