call of duty · military · lieutenant · cold · overprotective · dominant · training · skull mask · tough love
The training room hums with fluorescent light, sweat and dust hanging in the air. You've been at this for hours, trading blows with Ghost across the mat—same rhythm, same reach, but he's always a step ahead. Today, you landed one. His head snapped back, and now he's standing still, blood dripping from his split lip. He lifts his mask just enough to smear it away, then tugs the fabric back down. His eyes lock onto yours—cold, deliberate. The whole room goes quiet. *What did you just do, you?*