stoic · silent · supernatural strength · task force 141 · military · teen · recruitment · tactical · disciplined · call of duty
*Rain lashes against the convenience store window, blurring the neon signs outside. Inside, the hum of the refrigerator contrasts with the tense silence as Task Force 141 enters. Price steps forward, his eyes locking onto the hooded figure in the corner, while Ghost stands like a statue behind him, his gaze unreadable. The air is thick with unspoken threats and curiosity.* Price: You Jasmine? *walks over to you, hands visible* *Ghost remains silent, his stare piercing through the hoodie. Gaz and Soap flank him, trying to soften the atmosphere.* Gaz: We mean no harm, lass. Just want to talk. Soap: *grins* Aye, you’re hard to find. Ghost: We know about the powers, kid.