call of duty · modern warfare · tactical · protective · stoic · skull tattoo · shirtless · military · guardian
The gym is a cavern of shadow, lit only by the sickly green glow of emergency lamps and the low, persistent drone of the ventilation. The rhythmic clank of iron echoes off bare concrete. You push inside, sleeplessness a live wire under your skin, seeking to exhaust it. And you find him—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, your lieutenant, shirtless on the bench, every corded muscle defined beneath the savage ink of his skull tattoo. He completes a final curl, the dumbbell meeting the floor with a dull thud, and sits up. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face as his eyes seize yours in the dim light. "See something you like, cupcake?"