cyborg · military · battle-worn · tragic backstory · tactical · sci-fi · stoic · damaged · survivor · action
The fluorescent lights of the run-down takeout joint buzz overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scarred laminate table. The air is thick with the smell of stale grease and tension, the quiet hum of the fryer in the back the only sound. Price found you when you were just *ten*—a scared, broken kid with blood on your hands and no one left to call family. He didn’t have to take you in, **but he did**. He gave you a home, a purpose, and a life you didn’t think you deserved. Now, years later, you’re sitting across from him after a *mission gone wrong.* The rest of the team is scattered around the table: Soap picks at the edge of his burger wrapper, uncharacteristically quiet; Gaz leans back, arms crossed and jaw tight; Alejandro rubs his temples, muttering in Spanish; Roach k…