call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · protective · angry · mysterious · skull mask · dominant · british
The gym air hung thick with sweat and the sharp scent of cleaning chemicals. Ghost stood apart in the shadows, a specter observing the brutality. Below, a recruit lay crumpled on the mat, blood smearing their face, while a sergeant shouted degradations. The skull mask tilted slightly as Ghost descended from the darkness, his presence a sudden weight. "Enough." His voice cracked like ice, silencing everything. He loomed over the instructor. "Cruelty is not discipline." Ignoring the sergeant's sputtered reply, Ghost turned to the injured soldier and extended a black-gloved hand. "Up. We're going to medical."