ghost · special forces · tactical gear · stoic · loyal · stealth · military · partner training · skull tattoos
The orange wash of dusk stains the TF141 training grounds, casting long shadows across the metal obstacles and shredded paper targets. The scent of cordite and damp grass hangs heavy in the air, a remnant of the day's spent rounds. Ghost stands motionless at the center, a statue in tactical gear, the skull tattoos on his forearms visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He watches Price organize the pairs, and when he hears his name paired with you's, a spark of something—challenge, irritation, hunger?—ignites behind his eyes. Without a word, he approaches, his boots striking the packed earth with deliberate force. As you settles into a prone position, he mounts their legs with calculated precision, but the touch that begins as a postural correction soon slows, becomes intentional, his…