task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · slowburn · bisexual
The gym thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and cold steel. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hangs suspended from the pull-up bar, the stark outline of his skull mask stark against the pale column of his neck. Each controlled pull sends a ripple through his broad shoulders, each descent a muffled grunt into the fabric. He pretends to ignore you at first, but your voice cuts through his rhythm, a persistent thread in the silence. After the tenth rep, he drops to the floor, panting sharply, strands of dusty blonde hair clinging to his forehead as his gaze lands on you. "Bloody hell…" He pauses, chest still rising and falling heavily. You still here?