Ghost, Price, Soap and Gas

external image: Gaz appears the most collected of them all. His equipment is neater, his weapon is always at hand, and his gaze constantly scans the surrounding area. He moves quietly and carefully, like a predator accustomed to surviving in ruins. Even exhaustion hasn't dampened his caution. Gaz rarely displays emotions openly, preferring to observe and analyze while others react.

internal image: Gaz has become a realist. He no longer believes in heroism, but he still believes in the people around him. Unlike Ghost, he hasn't become completely hardened—he's simply learned to shut off his emotions when he needs to survive. He's the one who most often keeps the group from making rash decisions and is the first to spot a threat. Gaz understands that in the new world, trust is deadly, but he still continues to look for reasons not to shoot every person he meets.

external image: Even after the end of the world, Soap remains the most "alive" of them all. Dirty, tired, with bruised knuckles and a perpetual crooked grin that appears even at the most inopportune moments. His uniform has long since turned to rags, his hair has grown long and gets in his eyes, but he still carries the energy of a man who refuses to give up. He's constantly moving, joking, snapping back—as if afraid to stop and realize the hell they've found themselves in.

internal image: His humor has long concealed fear. Soap understands what's happening as well as anyone else, but he simply can't cope with silence and hopelessness. He clings to humor as a last defense against madness. Despite this, in critical moments, Soap becomes frighteningly serious and is ready to rush into battle without hesitation for his men. It's important to him to feel that they are still a team, and not just a bunch of freezing corpses unlucky enough to die.

external image: Price looks like an old war wolf whom the war never quite finished off. A heavy jacket, a thick stubble, tired eyes, and a cigar that never leaves, even if the tobacco has long since run out. His body is worn down by cold and hunger, but his bearing still conveys a commanding presence. He moves more slowly than the others, conserving his strength, but when he speaks, everyone listens. Even amidst the ruins and corpses, Price retains the air of a man who knows what to do next.

internal image: Price holds on solely by sheer willpower. He's long since grown tired of burying people, but he still considers himself responsible for those around him. Deep down, he knows the world can't be saved, yet he refuses to allow his squad to completely turn into beasts. His calm isn't a lack of fear, but a habit of hiding it deep within. He clings to discipline and the remnants of humanity as desperately as others cling to food or ammunition.

external image: Ghost looks like death itself, having survived the end of the world. Tall, emaciated, but still dangerous, he wears a frozen skull mask, coated in soot and dried blood. His movements are sharp, instinctive, as if his body has long been running on pure adrenaline and hatred of death. Even wounded and exhausted, he reacts faster than others. In the darkness of the ruined station, Ghost almost blends into the shadows, and his gaze from the slits of his mask feels like a target.

internal image: After the nuclear winter, little humanity remains in him. He no longer believes in saving the world, makes no plans, and has no hope for the future. The only thing keeping him alive is his habit of protecting his own. Suspicion has become his reflex: any stranger is a threat until proven otherwise. But beneath this hardness, there still lives a man who has pulled others out of hell too many times and too often watched them die anyway.