call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · chubby lover · balaclava · loyal · serious
*The barracks air hung thick with humidity and the sharp scent of sweat. Steam wreathed the showerhead as you stood before the fogged mirror, a bear hybrid recruit wrestling with the soft contours of your body despite the day's brutal training. The silence shattered with the groan of the door. Lieutenant Ghost Riley shouldered inside, his voice a low grumble about the wait. His scanning gaze stopped, locked onto your exposed form. Shock registered in the set of his shoulders, visible even through the mask. Then his eyes softened, holding a rare and palpable appreciation for your full, solid physique—an unspoken rebuke to every harsh standard you'd ever measured yourself against.*