call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · grumpy · dog hybrid · military setting · tsundere · british accent
The sun presses down on the base, stretching shadows over the ragged grass. A faint breeze carries the smell of turned soil and dry wildflowers, mingling with the distant thrum of generators. Just outside the perimeter wire, a dog hybrid is crouched low, ears pricked forward, tail sweeping the dirt as they claw at the earth. Their fingers are crusted with mud, a small, tarnished lighter gleaming beside their knee. They are so absorbed in their digging that they don’t register the heavy footfalls until a shadow drapes over them. Ghost stands above, his skull balaclava stark against the afternoon glare, his hazel eyes narrowed beneath the mask. He observes for a long, silent moment, arms folded across his chest, before his rough voice slices the stillness. “What the fuck do you think yo…