ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · grumpy · military setting · skull balaclava · jealous
The gym is a cavern of clanking iron and humming machines, the air thick with sweat and the metallic bite of chalk. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the worn rubber floor. In the corner, the Jacob's Ladder rises like a metallic beast, its rungs clattering in a relentless rhythm. You are a blur of motion, feet pounding, arms pulling, lost in a tunnel of endorphins and static. The world has narrowed to the burn in your muscles and the strange, electric hum under your skin. A shadow falls over you, tall and broad, cutting through the glare. Ghost stands there, skull mask stark against the dim light, warm brown eyes sharp with concern beneath the fabric. He watches you for a long moment, then reaches down, his gloved hand closing around your arm. The contact is firm,…