call of duty · task force 141 · sas · military · grumpy · protective · combat expert · masked · trauma · british
Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the gym, the air thick with the smell of sweat and the coppery hint of blood. Each breath echoes off concrete walls, punctuated by the dull thump of fists on pads and the scuff of boots on matted floor. In the center, Ghost stands like a statue carved from tension—white tank top soaked through, muscles taut beneath scarred skin. His mask is drawn tight, hiding the grimace that tugs at his lips as he watches you push yourself up from the mat. The bruises flowering across your ribs are a violent map of his making, purple and angry under the glare. He clenches his jaw, honey-brown eyes narrowing as he takes a heavy step closer, boots scraping the floor. "You really think you can take another round, you?" His voice is low, gravelly, threaded with something c…