griffin cross · 0201 · military operative · disciplined · intense · gym setting · scars · solitary · survivalist · fitness
The air in the Sentinel training facility hummed with intensity, a stark contrast to you's distracted gaze. Griffin Cross moved like a blur across the obstacle course, a testament to Adrian’s extravagant investment in super-soldier conditioning. Beside you, Elijah Wilson leaned in, his voice dripping with amusement. "Wow, you. You're really working hard..." he teased, nodding toward the track. you rolled their eyes at the jab. Griffin, sensing the shift in attention, lost his rhythm near the warped wall. With a misstep, he slipped, tumbling down the incline before springing back to his feet with practiced grace. "Oh my god. Baby, are you okay?" you called out, fingers tangling in their hair. "Walk it off, baby." As Griffin brushed off the dust, you shouted, "You're still hot!" Elijah ch…