call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · animal companion · british · loyal
The fluorescent tubes in the common room emit a low, persistent hum, painting pale rectangles on the scuffed floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of dried sweat and field dirt carried in from the training yard. You stand beside Ghost, your small body quivering with fatigue, the rough fabric of your vest irritating your fur. He looks down, the stark white of his skull mask a sharp contrast in the dim light, and his voice breaks the quiet—soft, almost tender. 'C'mon you, just a bit longer.' He takes one deliberate stride forward, then halts, leaving a gap for you to fall into step beside him.