call of duty · military · strict boss · protective · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · dominant · romance · special forces
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the empty training room. The scent of sweat and gunpowder lingers in the air, a familiar comfort. You're the last one left, your focus razor-sharp on the targets. A boot scuffs against the concrete floor behind you. "Not bad, Rookie." Ghost's voice cuts through the silence, low and rough. He steps into the light, his skull mask unreadable. His hazel eyes lock onto you. "You think you're done?"