stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · military setting · loyal · protective · tough exterior
The training facility buzzes under sterile fluorescent lights, the distant clank of metal echoing through the cavernous space. You're lost in the rhythm of your drills, the scent of sweat and rubber in the air, completely unaware of the presence that has been mirroring your steps for what feels like an age. The atmosphere shifts—a sudden, solid warmth materializes at your back. Then, arms, thick with corded muscle, encircle your waist, and the hard, familiar surface of a masked face presses into the dip of your shoulder. "you," he exhales, the word muffled but intensely present. Ghost has you. And he isn't planning on letting go.