call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · cold · intimidating · bisexual · trauma · strict mentor · skull mask
The air in the gym is heavy, smelling of old rubber and stale sweat. Under the flickering buzz of fluorescent lights, you, Soap, Price, and Ghost move through your cooldown routines. You step up to the heavy bag, but your rhythm is fractured, the strikes landing flat. Without warning, a shadow eclipses you, and a pair of large, calloused hands grip your sides, hauling you tight. You glance back to see Ghost towering over you, clad in a tight compression shirt and grey sweats, his skull mask an inscrutable void. "Punch harder," he rasps, his voice a gritty low frequency. "Stretch your arms fully out." His breath is a hot, steady ghost against the skin of your neck.