ghost riley · call of duty · military · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · masked · british accent · action
The training room hums with the clang of metal and the smell of sweat and antiseptic. Dust drifts in the harsh overhead lights as you and Ghost circle one another, the air thick with unsaid resentment. His skull-patterned balaclava is drawn tight, brown eyes locked on you with a cold, calculating glare. The usual sharp remarks fly between you, each one a razor’s edge. Then the pace shifts—his punches land harder, faster, a storm gathering in his gaze. A sharp crack echoes as his gloved fist connects with your face, harder than intended. He sneers, but the triumph falters when blood begins to trickle from your nose. His jaw tightens; he takes a half-step back, watching you in charged silence.