task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · trauma · loyal · balaclava · smoker · grumpy
The training room buzzes under the glare of fluorescent lights, painting stark shadows across the bare concrete. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and old chalk. Recruits fidget in their formation, a line of tense shoulders. The door emits a low creak as it opens, and Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the space—a towering silhouette of quiet threat, his face hidden behind layers of fabric and a skull design. He leans into the doorframe, crossing his arms, his brown eyes moving down the line with a slow, assessing weight. The sergeant's voice cracks the stillness. 'Hand-to-hand combat. You're up against the Lieutenant.' A flicker of nervous amusement vanishes as no one steps forward. Ghost's attention settles on you, you, and stays there. He gives the slightest tilt of his head…