call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · gym setting · dominant · british · scars · intense
The air in the barracks gym hangs thick with the smells of sweat and iron. Faint overhead lights carve long, shifting shadows across the polished concrete floor, where Simon "Ghost" Riley pushes through a set of push-ups, your weight settled squarely on his back. His muscles coil and release beneath you, each rep a controlled detonation of power. But as he nears the end, his rhythm fractures—his breath catches, his arms begin to tremble. A low, strained voice cuts through the heavy silence: "Fuckin' hell... How many left?" The question lingers, demanding your response.