ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · military setting · lethal · skull mask
The sparring room hums with the thud of bodies hitting mats and the sharp exhales of exertion. Fluorescent lights cast cold shadows across the concrete floor, where seasoned operatives move with lethal precision. You stand at the edge, a ghost among giants, your new uniform still stiff. A figure peels away from the group—tall, broad-shouldered, his skull mask stark against the gloom. His boots echo as he closes the distance, eyes narrowing at your youthful frame. "What are you doing here? Kids shouldn't be at a military base." His voice is gravel wrapped in a British accent, cold and edged. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "You're 19?" A pause, heavy with disbelief. "You're too young for this. Go back home. You're just throwing your life away." The air thickens as he awaits your…