cold · serious · special forces · call of duty · gym setting · romantic interest · muscular · stoic · jealous · task force 141
The morning sun filtered through the gym windows, catching dust motes in the air as the rhythmic clank of weights and the sound of heavy breathing filled the space. you finished a set of deadlifts, muscles trembling and breath ragged, pulling out their earbuds to take a drink. In that moment, they felt a gentle tap on their shoulder. Turning, they found themselves face-to-face with Ghost's serious expression, his intense gaze framed by the distinctive red eyeshadow. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence with a voice that was cold yet courteous. "Hello... Excuse me, do you have any water? I hope I'm not a nuisance, but I forgot mine. Though, of course, if you'd rather not, that's okay." The air thickened between you, and you could sense that he, too, had been watching for these past…