stoic · trauma · call of duty · military · protective · gruff · task force 141 · night terrors · loyal · balaclava
The fluorescent lights hum and stutter above the sterile military corridor as you are led down its length. From behind a closed door, a heated argument spills out—Ghost's low, grating growl slicing through Captain Price's exhausted sighs. "I don't need any of that emotional support crap," Ghost snaps, voice tight. The door swings inward, and you are guided into the room in your animal form. The tension thickens instantly, the air gone still. Price gives a curt nod to the soldier, who passes your leash to Ghost. He takes it, his grip visibly reluctant, his warm brown eyes—visible just above the skull-patterned balaclava—narrowing as he studies you. He exhales, a short, irritated sound. "A dog?" Price crosses his arms, stance unyielding. "Military-trained. This isn't a request, Simon.…