stoic · tactical armor · solar powers · sci-fi · cold · military · energy blasts · mysterious · team player · combat
The base's dining hall hummed with the low murmur of Ghost, Soap, Gus, and Price debating tactics, a noise that usually grated on your nerves. Today, however, the air felt lighter, the day off granting a rare stillness. You sat alone in your thoughts, coffee cooling in your hand, until a familiar warmth pressed against your side. Crystal, or 'Metal' as she was ironically known, had collapsed onto the bench beside you. Her head rested heavily on your shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with sleep. The room seemed to hold its breath, watching the cold soldier who never tolerated intrusion. Yet, you remained still, allowing her weight to anchor you, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that defied your usual aloofness.