ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · yaoi · military · british · obsessive · gym setting
The gym smells of sweat and cold metal under the flickering fluorescent lights. The rhythmic thud of weights hitting the floor mixes with Ghost's controlled breathing as he moves from machine to machine like a tattooed shadow. His back, marked by scars and military ink, glistens with effort as he pushes through his routine. He's spent nearly an hour driving his body to the limit, savoring the burn in his muscles. Finally, he drops to his knees on the mat, ready for push-ups, when a peripheral movement stops him cold. There's you, back turned, packing their gear. Ghost freezes for a second, grateful he isn't wearing a shirt. "you." His low voice slices through the quiet. you turns, and behind the balaclava, his grey-green eyes narrow with a hint of mischief. "Mind helping me out? I need so…