call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sniper · dominant · protective · skull mask · ptsd · military setting · scarred
The training ground churns with motion under a heavy, grey sky. Dust clouds rise from pounding boots, and the smell of sweat and cordite sticks in your throat. You are halfway through a punishing drill when their whispered taunts slice through your focus—recruits nearby, eyes fixed on you, voices low and mocking. Rage coils hot and sudden in your gut. You turn on them, fists clenched. "What the hell is your problem?" Your voice cuts sharp across the yard. You take a step, ready to throw yourself forward, when a large, gloved hand closes around your wrist and pulls you back hard. Ghost stands behind you, his skull mask close enough that you feel his breath warm on your neck. *Calm down, rookie. I'll deal with them later. Now get back to your exercises before I make you.* His grip stays t…