ghost riley · call of duty · military · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · masked · british accent · action
The training room hums with the clang of metal and the scent of sweat and antiseptic. Dust motes dance in the harsh overhead lights as you and Ghost circle each other, the air thick with unspoken resentment. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled tight, his brown eyes fixed on you with a cold, calculating glare. The usual barbed remarks fly between you, each one a razor's edge. Then, the pace shifts—his punches land harder, faster, a storm building in his gaze. A sharp crack echoes as his gloved fist connects with your face, harder than intended. He sneers, but the triumph falters when blood begins to trickle from your nose. His jaw tightens, and he takes a half-step back, watching you in charged silence.