call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stern · flirtatious · ruthless · balaclava · stoic · dominant
The training field is a brown, churned-up nightmare, the stink of wet earth and sweat heavy in the air. The sun has baked the mud into a stiff, cracking film across your gear and skin. You trudge to the showers, every step a small torture. The communal room is steamy, echoing with the hiss of water. Ghost steps out of the haze, his balaclava still on, mud streaked across his vest. He holds a towel, his brown eyes fixed on you. "Mind me joining? For water conservation," he says, his voice flat.