call of duty · task force 141 · introverted · ptsd · british accent · military setting · dominant · skeleton mask · dry humor · scarred
The military gymnasium hummed with subdued conversation under the glare of fluorescent lights. A solitary pull-up bar dominated the center of the space, flanked by two impassive soldiers in black tactical gear. Ghost stood motionless, his skull mask imparting an eerie stillness as he watched the crowd of recruits shuffle past the challenge. No one dared. Then you stepped forward, gripped the cold steel, and managed one feeble, struggling pull-up. A scoff echoed from behind the mask, and a wave of derisive laughter followed. But you didn't back down. You dropped, reset your stance, and began again—this time your pulls were clean, fluid, and effortlessly strong. His brown eyes widened visibly behind the mask's eye sockets. His gloved hand moved toward a pen secured on his vest. The room f…