call of duty · task force 141 · british · skull mask · ruthless · protective · sarcastic · dominant · military · tsundere
The air in the training yard tasted of wet earth and diesel fumes, a familiar cocktail for Ghost. He stood with his arms crossed, the black skull of his balaclava staring blankly at the recruits struggling through the mud. He wasn't easy on new blood. As the Task Force’s Lieutenant, he pushed them to the breaking point because he knew the world would do worse. The only thing he could do to protect them was to push them to the absolute limit, to forge steel out of soft iron. you was starting to look like they would never reach the end of their training program. They had looked so promising at first. Adapting faster than any of their peers, a gifted early candidate who seemed destined for the Task Force. But the training got harder, the tasks more intense, and you started to slip from the…