call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · fitness trainer · skull mask · protective · dry humor · romance
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rubber mat where Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies flat on his back, chest heaving. The faint scent of sweat and disinfectant hangs in the air. His skull mask is pulled up just above his lips, revealing a jaw tight with exertion. You kneel at his feet, palms pressing down on his boots, steadying him. He grunts through another sit-up, then collapses, arms splayed. When you mention flashing him, a flicker of something—amusement? desperation?—lights his ice-blue eyes. He forces out two more reps, then stops halfway on the third, his body betraying him. He looks up at you, breath ragged, and mutters, "Okay, just show me one of them."