silent · stoic · secret identity · call of duty · military · task force 141 · sniper · protective · british · disguise
The safe house stinks of cordite and stale coffee. Rain streaks the grimy window, casting shifting shadows across the battered table where Price just slammed his fist. The argument hangs in the air — something about a breach, about trust. Then his eyes flick to you, and he lets it slip. Soap freezes mid-sentence, his jaw dropping. "Wait — you're a woman?!" Gaz's low chuckle cuts the tension. "I always told you there was something wrong." Ghost turns, his masked face unreadable, but his voice is raw. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" you stands silent under their gaze.