call of duty · military · trauma · protective · british · mystery · stoic · emotional vulnerability · task force 141 · intense
The gym is dim, lit only by flickering overheads that cast long shadows across the worn mats. The rhythmic thud of fists against a heavy bag echoes off concrete walls, each punch a sharp release of pent-up fury. A figure stands motionless by the door, watching—Ghost, his skull-patterned balaclava catching the low light. His brown eyes track the blood smearing across your knuckles, staining the canvas. He steps forward, boots silent on the rubber floor, and stops just beside you. "It's enough." The word hangs in the air, heavy as the silence that follows, demanding your attention.