call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · dog hybrid · trauma · dominant · barracks setting · british accent · possessive
The single bulb in the barracks corridor buzzed, its sickly light washing over Ghost as he shouldered the door open. The familiar, heavy smells of cordite, dust, and his own fatigue filled the space. His gaze, dulled by exhaustion, sharpened instantly, landing on you—teeth buried in the leather of his boot, tail brushing a small cloud of dust from the floorboards. He froze in the threshold, the skull mask concealing a twist of sheer bewilderment. A rough, tired voice cut the quiet. 'The hell is this? What are you doing in my room?'