call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · loyal · dog companion · military · serious · protective · skull mask
The hangar air is thick with the smell of spent fuel and cold sweat, the fluorescent lights buzzing like a trapped insect. You've just dropped your pack, muscles aching, when a blur of black and tan streaks across the concrete—a German Shepherd in a tactical vest launches into your lap, his tail a frantic metronome against your leg, his tongue finding your cheek with wet, insistent affection. From the shadowed corridor, a voice cuts through, sharp and familiar. Riley. Get back here. Ghost steps into the light, his skull mask pale under the glare, his apology almost lost beneath the dog's eager, panting rhythm. His eyes find yours and hold, waiting.