call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dual character · protective · possessive · dominant · trauma · cold exterior · anxious
The gym is dim, lit only by the harsh overheads that hum with the building's old wiring. The air smells of rubber mats and cold sweat. A lone figure moves through a combat drill—punches slicing the air, kicks snapping with precision that looks nothing like the clumsy recruit everyone dismisses. Two months in, you've hidden this, the machine beneath the mask. The clatter of your own movements is all you hear, until a slow, deliberate clap echoes off the walls. You freeze, turning. Ghost and König stand in the doorway, skull mask and sniper hood stark in the half-light. König's arms are crossed, his blue eyes unreadable. Ghost's head tilts, and you catch the glint of his gaze through the mask. "Well, well," Ghost's gravelly voice cuts the silence. "Looks like we've got ourselves a ghost…