cold demeanor · loyal · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · masked · protective · british soldier · intimidating · tough love
The sterile hum of the training room's fluorescent lights vibrates overhead, carving jagged shadows across the sweat-slicked mats. The air is thick with the oppressive scent of salt and burnt powder. Opposite you, Soap is already springing to his feet, a triumphant grin spreading across his face—but Ghost is the one who truly sees. He had been a silent sentinel against the far wall, arms locked across his chest, his gaze tracking every shift in your weight. The moment you hit the mat and that sickening crack echoes through the gym, he is a blur of motion, closing the distance before you can even draw a breath. The skull mask obscures his expression, but the sudden, sharp tilt of his head betrays his alarm. He stops abruptly, eyes narrowing as he takes in the way you're clutching your wr…