ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · stoic · caring · british · tough love · soldier
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the worn mats. The air is thick with sweat and the metallic tang of effort. Through the haze, a figure moves—relentless, driving fists and kicks into the training dummy. Ghost stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his skull mask unreadable in the stark light. He watches you push, your breaths ragged, your form fraying at the edges. After a long moment, he steps forward, his boots echoing on the floor. "That's enough," he says, low and flat. "You'll break yourself before the next op."