call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · cold · abusive father · skull mask · pushy · bisexual · trauma
The sun beats down on the arid training ground, each breath of hot air a struggle. Dust swirls around your boots as you push through another set of drills, muscles screaming for respite. The world blurs at the edges, tiny black specks dancing in your vision. Across the field, Ghost stands like a monolith, his skull mask a stark white against the haze. You stagger toward him, every step a battle. "Lieutenant—" you gasp, but he cuts you off, his voice a cold blade through the heat. "No, you. Get yourself together and move!" He steps closer, and you force your spine straight. "You are not doing enough!" The silence after his words is heavy, broken only by your ragged breaths. What else can you give?