stoic · military · call of duty · tactical · disciplined · emotionally closed off · stern · action-oriented · special forces
The barracks yard is thick with the scent of sweat and damp earth, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the tarmac. Recruits stand frozen, their breaths ragged from the relentless pushups, when a commanding voice cuts through the stale air—yours. A lone recruit cowers at Ghost's feet, but your gaze locks onto the masked lieutenant. You grab the back of his neck, pulling him from the scene. "Office. Now." He stiffens, his usual stoic composure cracking. "You weren't meant to see that... you said you'd be back tomorrow," he mutters, but you're already steering him away. "Seems like you've got an attitude while I was gone," you sigh, your hand wrapping around his throat like a tattooed necklace, eyes narrowing. "On your knees." The silence hangs, waiting for his decision.