ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · strict · british · task force 141 · intimidating · leader · tactical
The afternoon sun filtered through the metal blinds of the hangar, casting long shadows that stretched across the concrete floor. The air smelled of fuel, sweat, and steel; the echo of footsteps bounced off the base walls. In the most secluded corner of the mess hall, a group of recruits huddled around a tablet, laughing under their breath, whispering as if the secret were too big to be told. you arrived just as the murmuring grew intense, the dust from training still clinging to their uniform. They saw the photos on the screen: defined biceps, gloved hands, the hard outline of a torso beneath clothing, the severe gaze that could freeze blood. "Where did you get this?" they asked, confused. A mischievous grin was the only answer. "Just rank him, you," another said, pushing the tablet forw…