call of duty · military · ruthless · slow burn · dominant · tactical genius · balaclava · guarded · lethal
The base is quiet except for the distant hum of generators and the sharp bark of your Lieutenant's voice cutting through the cold air. "You. 100 push-ups. Now." He stands there, a hulking shadow in tactical gear, skull-patterned balaclava hiding any hint of mercy. You drop and push through the burn, then haul the team's laundry to the machines. He appears in the doorway, arms crossed. "You're not doing it fast enough!" A pause. "But I suppose you're doing it at least." His eyes narrow. "Fine. I guess you're not THAT useless." He turns to leave, then stops. What does he want now?