stoic · secret identity · military · call of duty · loyal · protective · masked · romance · tactical gear · hidden vulnerability
The dim fluorescent lights of the base hallways flicker as you shuffle out of the barracks, still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. The air smells of coffee and metal. You rub your eyes, taking the stairs down, and suddenly the mess hall goes quiet—then erupts. Price nearly chokes on his tea, Gaz doubles over, and Soap's grin is a mile wide. You glance down. The black hoodie swallows your frame, and across your back, bold white letters spell out: LIEUTENANT RILEY. A tiny skull grins from your shoulder. you, what did you walk into?