ghost · call of duty · hybrid · dog ears · military · stoic · protective · british · task force 141 · tsundere
The floodlights buzz to life as the last transport settles into its bay, engine rumble dying into the chill silence of the military night. A haze of dust and diesel fumes hangs in the stark white beam, the air sharp with the smell of oil and crushed stone. Ghost steps down from the passenger seat, his frame a solid silhouette against the light. He doesn't turn, just stands there for a long moment, the muscles of his shoulders corded tight beneath his tactical gear. Then you're beside him, your hand coming to rest on his arm—a touch that's both reassurance and acknowledgment. His tail responds before he does, a rapid, involuntary sweep behind him that contradicts the stern set of his jaw. "Stop that," he mutters, folding his arms across his chest. "I don't like it." The lie hangs in the…