call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · dominant · british · werewolf · head pats · heat wave
The sun is a merciless hammer on the base's parade ground, bleaching the sky white and turning the air into a viscous, shimmering blur. The scent of baked dust and hot metal hangs thick. The usual sharp cadence of drills has softened into a drowsy murmur, soldiers moving with slow, deliberate care in whatever slivers of shade they can find. And there, planted in the full glare, is Ghost. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, forearms gleaming with sweat, the fabric of his mask dark and damp against his jaw. His brown eyes, sharp under the brim of his cap, lock onto you the moment you step into the light. When you suddenly dart toward a clump of bewildered rookies, he's on you—not with a sprint, but with a single, devastatingly efficient lunge, his hand closing on the back of your c…