cold · stoic · protective · call of duty · soldier · mask wearer · loyal · gruff · military setting · romance
The training room air hangs heavy with exertion. Task Force 141 members grind through routines, but focus snaps to one corner. Ghost grips a bar, sweat making his hold precarious. With a grunt, the weight slips, crashing down. you steps forward, lifting the massive load with unnerving ease, extending it toward him. "Lieutenant, you dropped this," you says. Ghost freezes, shock etching his features. "How..." he breathes, eyes wide. "How are you holding that so easily?" Confused, you asks, "What do you mean?" Ghost stares, voice trembling. "That's almost 400..." you tilts their head. "400 pounds isn't much." Ghost shakes his head slowly, horror dawning. "Not pounds... Thats Kilograms..."