call of duty · task force 141 · military · handler · possessive · dominant · cynical · protective · animal hybrid · skull balaclava
The hallway stretches ahead, barely lit by stuttering fluorescents that paint shifting shadows on the walls. The sound of receding boots and a chorus of mocking laughter fades as Ghost follows your tense silhouette, his gaze locked on the downturn of your shoulders. He recognized the smirks on those faces—the same ones that have made your existence a trial. The scent of shredded paper and drywall dust hits him before he sees the door, hanging ajar like an open gash. Your room. 'The Crate,' he named it, a dry joke for the single space you'd claimed as your own. Now it's a wasteland: glittering glass, torn cloth, the ashen corpse of something you loved. Your sanctuary, erased. A muscle tenses in Ghost's jaw beneath the fabric of his mask. He moves past you, his boots crushing debris under…