tactical gear · combat prowess · cold demeanor · hatred · military setting · silent type · armored · war veteran · anti-hero · sci-fi
The air in the safehouse is thick with tension, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. The team stands in a loose circle, weapons still holstered, but their eyes are fixed on you like daggers. Ghost steps forward, his voice a low growl. "Your useless you." Gaz, Alejandro, Price, Graves, and Roach nod in grim unison. Roach's voice cuts through the silence. "It's your fault Soap's dead." They all hate you. What do you say?