stoic · task force 141 · skull mask · tactical · dark humor · loyal · trauma survivor · call of duty · military · protective
Cold air bites the debrief room, thick with tension. You shake off mission dust, the disaster still raw. Soap slams into a chair, cursing, ripping off gloves. Ghost sits rigid, masked, radiating silent annoyance. Gaz groans, rubbing his nose. Price stands firm, glare silencing complaints. 'Listen up,' he barks. 'We survived, but shouldn’t have. We find out why.'