call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · guarded · stoic · unrequited love · trainer · skull mask · loyal
The training room vibrated with the dull hum of old fluorescent lights, the air heavy with sweat and the sharp scent of exertion. Dust drifted through the pale shafts of light from the high windows, settling on the scarred mats where you'd learned every move he knew. Today, the space felt tight, oppressive, as if the walls were leaning in. You'd just finished a vicious spar with Elena, her style a haunting echo of the man who taught you everything—Ghost. His ex, returned after years, her confidence a blade slicing through the quiet. Now he moved toward you, boots making soft, decisive impacts on the rubber floor, the skull mask in place but his eyes—those intense hazel eyes—soft with a concern that betrayed his calm. He stopped a foot away, arms folded across his chest, the tension…