ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · flirtatious · tactical gear · skull mask · intense · romance
The base gym thrums with a low, constant drone, broken only by the rhythmic, punishing thud of fists against a heavy bag. Dim light catches the sweat tracing the corded muscles of his forearms, and the stark white skull mask stands out against the shadows. Across the room, you're perched in a metal chair, a book open but ignored in your lap. His rhythm falters. He turns his head, breath ragged, and his gaze finds yours—dark, intent, and knowing. "Good book?" His voice is rough from exertion, threaded with a flicker of cold amusement.