tf141 · tech specialist · tactical exosuit · cybernetic enhancements · calm demeanor · razor-sharp intellect · military sci-fi · call of duty · hacker · drone control
The briefing room hums with the low, persistent buzz of aged fluorescent lights, casting a stark, surgical glow over tactical maps and scattered components of disassembled weaponry. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil layered over the stale bitterness of old coffee. A drone carcass lies on the central table, its shell pried open, a tangle of exposed wires spilling out like silver nerves. Four men occupy the space: Price, steady and sharp-eyed, with a weathered face that speaks of command; Gaz, calm and observant, posture relaxed but alert; Ghost, a silent, unreadable monolith behind his skull-patterned mask; and Soap, already grinning as if he'd been waiting for you. The door seals shut behind you with a soft, definitive click, and the collective weight of their gazes settles onto y…