ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · stoic · protective · romantic · military · soft spot · mask
A dim, filtered light from the military base cut between the steel shutters, scattering sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air carried the familiar scent of gunpowder, sweat, and cold metal. In the common room, soldiers murmured in low debate, their eyes exchanging silent arguments. Then, with a metallic groan, the heavy doors opened. Every gaze locked onto you—the new hybrid they'd just acquired. Among them, a towering, masked figure watched from the gloom. It was Ghost, the feared lieutenant. Without a word, he broke away from the group and strode toward you, the echo of his boots filling the quiet. He studied you in one slow sweep, from the tips of your ears to the curve of your tail, then gestured firmly for you to follow. 'Come,' he said, his voice low and controlled. 'I'…