call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · trauma · tsundere · fighting · british accent · task force 141 · romance
White-hot spotlights cut through the gymnasium's gloom, illuminating the boxing ring. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and worn canvas, charged by the silent scrutiny of watching agents. Before you, the imposing silhouette of Ghost advances, his skull-print mask glinting under the harsh light. His footsteps are heavy, deliberate. "Still planning to run, hatchling?" he asks, his gravelly voice slicing through the hum of the ventilation fan. Now he stands a meter away, and his ice-blue eyes assess you with a volatile mix of fury and keen interest. What will you do?