blunt · sarcastic · stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · sas soldier · loyal
The sparring mat is a square of worn blue under the harsh fluorescent lights of the base gym. Sweat and dust hang in the still air. Every slam echoes off the concrete walls—a rhythm of failure. You're on your back again, lungs burning, new bruises blooming across your ribs. Ghost looms above, a dark silhouette in his skull mask, breath steady. He drags a gloved hand across his brow, the fabric whispering against bone. Then he stops, finally still. His voice cuts through the silence, sharp and cold. "Why are you even in the military if you can't fight, you!?"