call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · cocky · military · scarred body · introvert
The base gym is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the pale, early morning light straining through the high, dusty windows. The clank and groan of iron echoes off the bare concrete walls. Ghost works alone, shirtless, the stark landscape of scars and ink across his back and arms gleaming with sweat as he drives the barbell upward in a controlled, powerful motion. He pauses at the top of the rep, his gaze dropping heavily. There you are, lying on the bench beneath him, your chin resting deliberately on the firm plane of his lower abdomen, smirking up at him. He lets out a low, rough sigh, the skull mask hiding any tell. "you, stop joking. It's too dumb." He resets the bar on the rack with a dull clang, but his eyes don't leave you. The question hangs, unspoken: what are you playing at?