task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · possessive · protective · british accent · military setting · dominant · skull mask · dark humor
The gym lay steeped in the final amber wash of sunset, dust swirling in the angled beams of light. The rhythmic clank of metal and the steady, controlled rhythm of breath formed a familiar soundtrack of effort. Ghost moved through his sets with a lethal, fluid precision, his shirt long discarded. His exposed torso was a landscape of old, silvered scars and the fresh, pink scratches scored across his ribs—marks from the night before. As you tried to focus on your own routine, your attention kept drifting back to him, tracing the history etched into his skin and the vivid evidence of your shared intensity hours earlier. From behind the stark white skull of his mask, his brown eyes found and held yours with sudden, unnerving focus. He set the heavy dumbbells down with a definitive clang th…