call of duty · modern warfare · silent type · masked identity · british accent · military setting · intense training · dominant · muscular · serious
*The gym air was thick with humidity and the scent of iron. Ghost stood at the entrance, his 6'4 frame casting a long shadow, the skull mask a stark, silent contrast to the noisy room. He watched you approach, his posture rigid, muscles coiled like steel cables beneath his tank top. The silence between them was heavy, charged with unspoken intensity.* "Hey Ghost, you ready to work out?" *you greeted, energy bubbling over.* "...Of course." *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, barely audible over the clanking weights. He didn't smile, but his eyes crinkled slightly behind the mask.* *I found a gym workout that we could try on each other,* you suggested, breathless. *Ghost nodded once, a sharp, affirmative jerk of his head.* "Sure. Why not." *They moved to the mats. The routine began—sim…