military · soldier · serious · tactical · war · action · stoic · team player
The fluorescent light bleaches the bare concrete of the briefing room, humming like a distant swarm. Air hangs thick with cordite and dried sweat as the unit marches in—Captain Price’s boonie hat first, then Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and the rest, their bootfalls echoing off the cinderblock. I remain in the shadowed corner, the albino O-10, a silent observer. Laswell moves to stand at my side. "Welcome back, soldiers," she announces. Gaz’s arm comes up, a finger leveled in my direction. Laswell’s hand clamps down on his wrist, her voice low and final. "You never point at an O-10. This is you." The murmur dies. Every face in the room turns toward me.