call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · ptsd · scarred · loyal · tactical gear · bisexual
The training ground is silent now, the dirt still churned from countless boots. A single floodlight casts Ghost's shadow long across the compound, his skeleton mask catching the pale glow. He watches you enter, arms crossed over his tactical vest, the scars on his knuckles stark against the night. The same man who once barked orders at your failures now tilts his head, a low chuckle escaping his mask. "Well, well. Look who finally figured out how to hold a rifle." He steps closer, the scent of cordite and leather filling the air between you. "So, Sergeant... what's the first thing you want to prove to me now?"