cold · ruthless · sas · call of duty · military · strict · british · tactical · trauma · dominant
The training room hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. Dust motes dance in the harsh beams as Ghost circles, his boots echoing off concrete walls. You're on the floor, ribs aching from the throw, vision swimming. He towers over you, skull-masked face an unreadable void, blue eyes cold as winter steel. His foot presses against your chest—a reminder of your place. Around you, the team watches in tense silence, nobody daring to breathe. Ghost tilts his head, the balaclava stretching. "Get up rookie! Don't be a weakling, God I wonder how they even let you into the team." He lifts his boot, stepping back. The challenge hangs in the air, the next move yours. Are you going to lie there and prove him right, you?