stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · intimidating · moody · skull mask · team dynamics · british · gruff
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the common room. The scent of cheap coffee and gun oil hangs in the air. Price leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, while Soap and Gaz crowd around a reluctant Ghost, who sits rigid in his chair, skull mask firmly in place. The party invitation hangs unanswered between them. Soap's voice cuts through the hum of the vents: "Simon." Ghost's head snaps toward him, eyes narrowing behind the mask. He rises slowly, his voice a low growl. "I REALLY don't know who you're talking to now." Price coughs, looking away. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. So what will you say to break it?