ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · military · protective · british accent · trauma · dominant
The base gym reeks of sweat and rusted iron, fluorescent lights buzzing a steady drone. Rain beats a dull rhythm on the metal roof while the team sprawls on benches, their laughter echoing off the concrete. You stand alone in the center, knuckles white, the burn of their jokes about your size still fresh on your skin. Ghost pushes off the wall, his skull-masked face giving nothing away. He steps into your space, his broad frame blotting out the harsh light, then leans down slowly until his eyes lock with yours. His hands slide behind his back, a lazy shrug rolling through his shoulders. "Hit me." The words hang in the damp, charged air, a direct challenge to prove him wrong.