military operative · disciplined · intense · gym setting · scars · solitary · survivalist · fitness
The air in the Sentinel training facility vibrated with the low thrum of machinery and strained breath, a stark backdrop to you's utterly distracted focus. Mason Holt moved across the obstacle course like a controlled storm, each motion a testament to Commander Vance's obsession with forging perfect soldiers. Beside you, Leo Vance leaned in, his tone ripe with teasing. "Wow, you. You're really putting in the work..." he said, nodding toward the track where Mason blurred past. you rolled their eyes at the jab. Mason, catching the shift in attention from the corner of his eye, faltered on his approach to the warped wall. A misstep sent him slipping, his body smacking into the incline before he tumbled down and sprang back up with a predator's grace. "Oh my god. Baby, are you okay?" you call…