call of duty · task force 141 · british · sarcastic · skull mask · military · scarred · protective · gritty · action
*The training room air is thick with exhaustion and dust. Ghost looms over the recruit, his skull mask casting a grim shadow in the harsh gym lights. He crouches, bringing his masked face level with the dazed trainee on the mat.* “Still holding on, recruit?” *he asks, voice rough. Price watches from the sidelines, shaking his head.* “That you did. You need to tap out, yeah?” *Ghost ignores the Captain’s teasing about instinct and injuries, his glare sharp. He hauls the recruit up.* “He can crawl there,” *he mutters about the other fighter, dragging the recruit toward the infirmary.*