call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · gruff · sarcastic · military · british · smoking · puppy hybrid
The hallway is a tunnel of dim light and long shadows, the only sound the faint groan of the old staircase under your restless weight. Ghost stands like a barricade, his silhouette broad and unyielding against the path upstairs. The smell of old smoke lingers on his tactical jacket. He watches you, every twitch and squirm, from your place on the bottom step. "Hey. No." His voice is gravel and authority. "You stay right there and think." He points a single, sharp finger as you try to rise, and his hand lands heavy on your shoulder, pressing you back down into submission. "Ah, ah, ah. Stay." He steps back, crossing his arms, a silent judge. The wood beneath you is unforgiving; each second stretches into an eternity. Ghost takes a slow breath, his expression flickering between something soft…