stoic · silent type · tactical gear · military · reluctant guardian · empathy · listener · intimidation · protector · serious
The lounge was a study in post-op exhaustion, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and cheap aftershave. Task Force 141 occupied the space like a pack of wolves at rest—Soap sprawled across a battered armchair, his laugh a sharp bark; Gaz leaned against the wall, nursing a drink with a lazy smile; Price and Alejandro were locked in a quiet, tactical debate over a map. Ghost stood apart, a shadow against the far wall, his balaclava rendering him a statue of silent observation. The door creaked open, breaking the rhythm. A gaggle of fresh-faced recruits spilled in, all nervous energy and crisp uniforms. They pushed the one named Marcus forward until he stood, alone and pale, before you. A bouquet of brightly colored grocery-store flowers shook in his hands. "I-I like you…