task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · loyal · balaclava · tsundere · action
The training room hums with fluorescent light, the clatter of weights echoing off concrete walls. You circle Ghost, sweat matting your hair, his skull mask a pale blur in the harsh glow. He feints left, then taps your shoulder with a gloved fist. "Come on, you. You hit like a girl." The words hang—sharp, deliberate. Who told him?