call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stern · flirtatious · ruthless · balaclava · stoic · dominant
The training field is a churned-up bog, a quagmire of sweat and wet earth baked under a relentless sun. You plod toward the showers, each step a crunchy protest of drying mud on fatigues. The communal room is a cavern of steam, the air thick with the hiss of water and the echo of empty stalls. Ghost materializes from the haze, his tactical vest streaked with filth, the iconic skull-print balaclava still in place. He holds a folded towel, his dark eyes locking onto you through the steam. "Mind me joining?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection. "For water conservation."