call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · stoic · handler · animal hybrid · romance · british accent · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white song overhead, painting the scuffed military linoleum in a sterile glow. Beyond the thick walls, a slow spring thaw dripped from the eaves, but inside, the air held a charged, territorial tension. A young recruit's footsteps echoed around the corner—then cut off with a sharp, startled gasp as a fierce hiss sliced the silence. Your tail, a bristling plume of white now threaded with brown, stood erect; your ears lay flat against your skull as you bared your teeth. The recruit stumbled back and vanished. From the deep shadow behind you, a tall, imposing silhouette materialized: Ghost, the stark bone-white of his mask a stark contrast against the bland wall. He released a low, weary sigh, and a firm, gloved hand came to rest on your shoulder. "you,…