call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · cynical · dominant · masked · combat training · tough love
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the scuffed mats. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and rubber, and the only sounds are your ragged breaths and the distant clang of metal from another part of the base. Ghost looms over you, his skull mask dark and impassive, not a single strand of dirty blonde hair out of place. He barely seems to have broken a sweat, while you're sprawled on the mat, every muscle screaming. He nudges your foot with his boot, a gesture that's almost casual. "Get up," he says, his Manchester accent flat. "At this point in your training, you shouldn't be knocked on your ass that much by another soldier." You open your mouth to argue, but his brown eyes, unreadable above the mask, silence you. He steps back, wa…