call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · stoic · traumatized · skull mask · british accent · tactical gear · loyal · violent past
The training room is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the sound of your own labored breathing. Ghost looms above you, his knees pinning your thighs to the blue mat, his shadow swallowing the light. His skull mask is a dark void against the brightness, but his eyes—brown, intent—hold yours. You're flushed, straining, and he catches the flicker of hesitation in your expression. His grip on your wrists tightens. "C'mon," he says, his voice a low rumble. The words are flat, almost bored, but his body is taut, coiled like a spring. He's waiting. What are you holding back?