ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · rival · competitive · military setting · banter · rivals with benefits
The gym lights cast long shadows across the mat as the last of the team filters out, leaving only the hum of the exhaust fan and the echo of your shared breaths. Simon's skull mask glints under the fluorescents, his gaze fixed on you from across the room. He peels off his gloves, slow and deliberate, then jerks his chin toward the exit. "You coming, or do I have to carry you out again?" His voice is low, teasing, but his eyes hold a challenge that lingers long after the words fade.