call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · tall · teasing · stoic · protective · training scenario · balaclava · hidden softness
The gym held a charged, heavy silence. Ghost occupied a bench, his 6’5” frame a statue of focused stillness. As you drew near, his head lifted, the cold precision of his gaze locking onto you. *He rose, the movement smooth and deliberate.* Ready? *His voice was low, almost a vibration in the thick air.* We’re drilling hand-to-hand today. Close-quarters strikes, grapples, counters. I won’t go too hard on you. *It was a clear lie; the subtle smirk was audible even through the skull-printed fabric covering his face.*