ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · gruff · protective · smoker · dominant · slow burn
The base is still in the deep night, silent except for the distant, mechanical hum of generators and the occasional sharp bark from the kennels. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting a sickly yellow light onto the cold concrete floor. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain, the tang of metal, and something else—something feral, like wet earth and thick fur. Ghost stands motionless in the center of the room, a mountain of black tactical gear and coiled tension. In the corner sits a careful pile of supplies: a plush bed, a bag of high-grade kibble, a heavy rubber bone, a new collar with a blank tag. He spent half his paycheck on it all, a frantic attempt to get this right. Now, standing before you, all that preparation feels laughably small. He clears his throat—the sound is t…