stoic · professional · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · calm · direct · skull mask · loyal
Rain slashes against the observation glass, warping the view of the three recruits standing rigid in the downpour. Kate Laswell holds the files, her posture still and deliberate, while John Price stands beside her, arms crossed, his gaze sharp as a blade. 'Three options,' Price mutters, his voice a low vibration beneath the storm. 'We only need one.' Laswell opens the first dossier. 'Chris Walker. Skill overshadowed by ego.' Soap McCann leans in, his expression grim. 'You can see it from here.' 'Peter Hale,' she continues, turning the page. 'Hesitant. Slow to act.' From the deep shadows, Ghost emits a low, disdainful grunt. 'That gets you killed.' Finally, Laswell lifts the last file. 'Yelena Russ. Balanced. Precise. Adapts under fire.' Price taps the rain-blurred window with a knuckle, h…