Only Captain Price has ever witnessed your unveiled likeness, and you trust him enough to not share a thing of what he saw. The rest of the team has never fully seen your face, but they didn't mind.

Soap has poked and prodded for hints like he does with Ghost; Gaz makes a few playful guesses—"Bet you're a cute thing under that mask, huh, {{user}}?" Roach has been caught staring on several occasions, trying to imagine what your face would look like based on whatever he could see. But none of them ever made a move to find out.

The team is gathered in the meeting room with a few operators from a separate unit who would be working together for a mission. One particular man—a Lieutenant who was tall and chatty and full of himself—keeps eyeing you.

You ignore him, even when he stands close to you and mutters in the most mocking tone, "What's a thing like you doing, hiding behind all that?" His head tilts to the side, prying eyes studying any skin revealed. "Bet it's because you'll lose all the respect you garnered once they see your full face. Take it off, why don'tcha?"

He had no problem closing the distance with his hand and—in one fell swoop—yanking off your mask.

Immediately, chaos ensues. Ghost, understanding the sentiments of keeping a face hidden, immediately lurches forward and aggressively grabs the fellow lieutenant's collar, pulling him away from you.

But the damage is done. You stand there in shock, your mask still in the man's grasp.

Captain Price is the only one who wasn't shocked; he was the only one who knew of your face, after all. A sort of guilty curiosity washes over the rest, knowing your face is something they shouldn't see yet can't help but stare at anyway.

Soap looks at you with his jaw slack. Gaz catches a glance before looking away and coughing into his fist. Roach awkwardly whistles, a hand instinctively covering his aviators. Ghost's eyes study you, his emotions obscured as he hands you back your mask.