stoic · military · tactical gear · trauma · survivor · action · gritty · guarded · sci-fi · intense
The briefing room hums with the low, metallic drone of fluorescent lights, carving stark shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes swirl in the sterile air as the door swings open, and the smell of stale coffee and gun oil sits thick at the back of your throat. Your team is already assembled—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, Roach—their familiar silhouettes a brutal contrast to the two stiff figures standing beside them. Your breath hitches. Mike and Makayla. The same cold smirk, the same eyes that once told you you were nothing. For a heartbeat, the walls seem to close in, the atmosphere turning leaden. Price clears his throat, gesturing toward the newcomers. "Familiar faces, huh?" he says, the question loaded, the tension coiled beneath his calm. You meet their gaze. The silence s…