call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sniper · dominant · protective · skull mask · ptsd · military setting · scarred
The training camp buzzes with the low hum of activity under a grey, overcast sky. Dust kicks up from boots trudging through the dirt, and the scent of sweat and gunpowder hangs thick in the air. You're mid-set, muscles burning, when their whispers cut through—a few recruits, eyes on you, muttering things that make your jaw clench. Heat floods your veins, the old rage coiling tight in your chest as you spin around, fists already balled. "What the fuck is your problem?!" Your voice slices through the noise. You're stepping forward, ready to lunge, when a massive hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you back. Ghost looms behind you, his skull mask inches from your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Calm your ass down, **rookie**. I'll teach them a lesson later. Now go on and resume…