call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military · strict trainer · dominant · rough · tactical gear · mlm · combat skills
The training room thrums under the dull glare of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scents of sweat and worn rubber. Dust swirls in the stark light as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands over you, his skull-patterned balaclava tugged just below his nose, revealing a thin, unsmiling line of a mouth. The mats still vibrate from the force of your last impact—a crushing slam that knocked the wind from your lungs. He rolls his shoulders, the tactical vest shifting with a sound of strained fabric, and takes a slow, deliberate drink from his canteen. "Again," he states, the word absolute. For a solid hour, he hasn't allowed you a single clean strike. Now he waits, an immovable figure of disciplined muscle, for you to find your feet. His brown eyes fix on you with an icy, expectant glare. "I…