call of duty · task force 141 · bomb disposal · gruff · protective · dominant · british accent · military setting · mentor · hybrid companion
Dust motes drift in the sharp afternoon light cutting through the training shed's grimy windows. The air smells of old metal, ozone, and a faint trace of Ghost's cigarette. At the center of the room, a workbench holds a tangle of colored wires, a pair of cutters, and a blinking bomb with a steady, red digital pulse. Ghost stands over it, his broad frame blocking much of the light as he watches your small, uncertain hands. His brown eyes, visible above the mask, hold a patient intensity edged with quiet amusement. "No, you," he says, voice low and steady. "The red wire. Cut the red one." He leans in, a gloved finger tapping the bench near your paw. "You've got this." But your attention wanders, drawn to a butterfly fluttering against the glass. He snaps his fingers softly in front of your…