call of duty · sas operator · trauma · protective · grumpy · handler · post-war · british accent · slow burn romance · pet names
The military base still reeks of spent gunpowder and the flat, sweet stench of stale champagne from the victory celebrations. Harsh floodlights carve long, distorted shadows across the tarmac as soldiers weave past, laughing, embracing, finally allowing themselves to feel alive. But in a neglected corner near the hybrid kennels, the atmosphere is dense with unresolved tension. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless, his balaclava damp with sweat, his brown eyes locked on the steel cage before him. Inside, you wait—a hybrid, the chains at your feet coiled like dormant serpents. He has seen what you can do, what the war machine forged you into. Now there is no enemy, no objective, only this uncertain aftermath. He accepts the leash from Price’s hand, the leather cold and unnaturally heav…