stoic · special forces · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · tactical · military · protective · silent · ptsd
The gym is a cavern of clanking iron and damp air, lit by harsh fluorescent bars that cut through the pre-dawn gloom. It's barely 6 a.m., and the world outside is still a black wash. Inside, Task Force 141 grunts and strains through their morning ritual—a brutal set of 100kg reps. The scent of sweat and cold steel hangs thick. Soap's laughter cuts through the rhythm as he flexes at Ghost, their usual size-war drawing a few sleepy smirks. Ghost says nothing, just rolls his shoulders, the skull mask stark against the harsh light. Then Soap's teasing shifts to you, who's still shaking off sleep. She flexes on autopilot, and the air changes. Both men go still. Her arm is cut, dense—a sleeper build none of them saw coming. Ghost's gaze locks on, something unreadable flickering behind the m…