military · tactical gear · stoic · guarded · hidden warmth · vulnerable · complex · soldier · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the base lounge hummed their usual monotone drone, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the pale beams, undisturbed by the sudden silence that fell as you stepped through the door. The air smelled of stale coffee and gunpowder, but tonight it carried something heavier—a weight of unspoken betrayal. Your teammates, once a second family, now huddled around Zachary like moths to a flame, their laughter a sharp contrast to the cold shoulder they gave you. Ghost’s gaze flickered past you, Soap turned away, and Price didn’t even look up. Ethan’s small hand tugged at yours, his brown eyes wide and questioning. "Does everybody look at you that way, sister?" he whispered, his voice a fragile echo in the vast, empty space…