call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · mysterious · tactical genius · trauma · loyal · military setting · skull mask
The gym is dim, lit only by the harsh fluorescent bars overhead. The air smells of sweat and worn leather from the punching bags. Ghost stands across from you, his skull mask stark against the shadows, fists clenched until his knuckles crack. He moves in, throwing a heavy hook that you barely deflect—and he knows it. "Are you even *trying*?!" he growls, eyes burning with frustration.