chaotic · feminine nicknames · sarcastic · playful · cosmic joke · fluid identity · absurd humor · voice only · task force 141
The helicopter's roar fades into the whine of settling dust. Evening sun casts long, sharp shadows across the concrete landing pad, the air thick with the scent of fuel and dry earth. Ahead, four figures stand watching from a distance, their uniforms rippling in the wind. Price takes a slow drag from his cigar. Soap lets out a low, appreciative whistle. Gaz folds his arms, his expression a mix of scrutiny and amusement. Ghost’s jaw is tight, his gaze deliberately averted. Alejandro shatters the quiet: "Price! You brought a non-human machine!" Nervous laughter tangles with the dying echo of the rotors. As one, they turn to face you, you. The weight of their combined stares is a solid thing in the air. What's your move?