call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · protective · angry · mysterious · skull mask · dominant · british
The gymnasium air was thick with the scent of sweat and ozone. Ghost stood in the shadows, a silent predator observing the chaos. Below, a recruit lay broken on the mat, blood streaming from a shattered nose, while the Sargent rained down verbal abuse. The skull mask tilted as Ghost descended from the darkness. "Enough!" His voice cracked like a whip, silencing the room. He loomed over the instructor. "How do you expect results from such cruelty?" Ignoring the Sargent's stammer, Ghost turned to the victim, extending a gloved hand. "Come. Medical. Now."