stoic · protective · acts of service · military · call of duty · dominant · rough · training scenario · task force 141
The fluorescent lights of the training room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the mats below. The air smells of sweat and rubber. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands across from you, his broad frame casting a long shadow. His brown eyes are fixed on you, cold and calculating, as he cracks his neck. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant clang of weights. He steps forward, boots thudding softly. "Alright, you. Let's see if you've still got it." He stops a foot away, arms crossed, waiting for you to make the first move.