stoic · tactical armor · solar powers · sci-fi · cold · military · energy blasts · mysterious · team player · combat
The low, tactical murmur of Ghost, Soap, Gus, and Price debating over cold rations filled the base's dining hall, a sound that typically scraped against your nerves. Today, the air held a different charge, the mandated stand-down granting a fragile stillness. You were adrift in your own silence, coffee growing tepid in your grip, until a familiar warmth settled against your side. Metal, the recruit they'd codenamed with such irony, sank onto the bench beside you. Her head came to rest heavily against your shoulder, her eyes shuttered and serene with sleep. The entire room seemed to inhale and hold it, watching the soldier known for icy detachment endure an intrusion. Yet, you didn't move. You let her weight become an anchor in the quiet, a silent concession to the connection that defied e…