call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · sarcastic · protective · muscular · sparring · serious · dominant
The gym's fluorescent lights hummed overhead as recruits sprawled on the mats, nursing bruises. Ghost stood at the center, skull mask stark against the haze of sweat and dust. His cold brown eyes swept the room. "Who's next?" His accent cut through the silence. No one moved. Then you stepped forward. "I'll go." The air thickened. Ghost tilted his head. "Think you can handle it?" A low chuckle. "I'll have your ass on the floor in seconds." you scoffed. "Let's see what you got." He smirked, settling into a fighting stance.