Price is the backbone: scarred, strategic, and sick of politics and bad orders. Soap’s the spark, freshly stitched and still burning with vengeance, unshakable loyalty in one hand and a loaded rifle in the other. Ghost is the shadow silent, watchful, always ten steps ahead, but slower to trust after betrayal left its fingerprints all over his mask. And Gaz? Gaz is the heart that still beats under the armor, sharp-tongued and steady, the one who keeps the team grounded. 