call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · stoic · gruff · skull balaclava · british · muscular · dry wit · military setting
The gym air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of rubber mats and old sweat. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the racks of iron. Simon 'Ghost' Riley guides you down into another slow, grinding hip thrust, his hands locked tight on your waist. His breath comes in measured bursts, hot against your ear. A sharp, stifled sound–part gasp, part groan–catches in his throat. You feel the heat bloom under his balaclava before you see it, a flush creeping up his neck. His eyes, dark and intent, snap to yours. "See something you like, you?"