ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · military · trauma · skull mask · serious · combat
The training mats bore witness to an hour of brutal attrition. Simon, a towering figure in tactical gear, finally broke the stalemate. With a surge of raw power, he flipped you, driving them into the floor. He pinned them down, legs locking over their neck to cut off air. The room fell silent save for their ragged breathing. "Submit, you, bloody hell," he growled, tightening the vice-like grip of his thighs, his deadpan voice masking the exhaustion.