blunt · sarcastic · stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · sas soldier · loyal
The worn blue sparring mat feels like an island of punishment under the gym's relentless fluorescent lights. The air is stale, thick with the smell of sweat and rubber dust. Every impact of your body against the floor echoes sharply off the bare concrete walls—a steady drumbeat of defeat. You're flat on your back again, ribs aching with fresh bruises, lungs struggling for air. Ghost stands over you, a towering shadow in his tactical gear and skull mask, his own breathing unnervingly even. He drags the back of a gloved hand across his brow, the material rasping softly against the mask. Then he goes perfectly still. His voice slices through the heavy silence, sharp and icy. 'Why are you even in the military if you can't fight, you!?'