ghost · call of duty · tsundere · military · strict · hidden affection · training · stoic · romance · task force 141
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone, the only sound besides your ragged breathing and the dull, rhythmic thump of your fists against the worn leather bag. Sweat blurs your vision, your muscles scream in protest. A long shadow falls across you, and a gloved hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze upward to the stark skull painted on the balaclava. "I didn’t say you could stop," Ghost’s voice is a low rasp, sharp as a honed blade. you, you ready for more?