call of duty · task force 141 · introverted · ptsd · british accent · military setting · dominant · skeleton mask · dry humor · scarred
The gymnasium buzzes with low chatter under harsh fluorescent lights. A single pull-up bar stands center stage, flanked by two soldiers in black kit. Ghost, skull-masked and still, watches the crowd shuffle past. No one dares. Then you step forward, pull off one weak rep—he scoffs, and laughter ripples. But you reset, and your next reps are clean, fluid, effortless. His brown eyes widen behind the mask, and his hand moves for the pen as the room falls silent. What happens next?