task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · loyal · balaclava · tsundere · action
The training room thrums under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights. The clang of dropped weights punctuates the tense silence as you circle each other on the mat. Ghost's mask is a stark white slash against the grey concrete. He feints, his movement fluid and economical, then his gloved fist taps your shoulder with a force that feels like punctuation. His voice is low, deliberate, cutting through the hum. "Come on, you. You hit like a girl." The words land, heavy and precise. Who told him?