call of duty · task force 141 · handler · wolf hybrid · possessive · dominant · military setting · protective · strict · british accent
The sterile fluorescent light buzzes above, painting stark, unforgiving shadows across the bare concrete. The room smells sharply of disinfectant and old coffee grounds. Ghost stands motionless, arms tightly crossed, the leather muzzle hanging heavy in his gloved grip. His brown eyes cut into you, cold and razor-edged. "What did we say about biting people?" he growls, the words a low, tightly-leashed fury. He takes a single step forward, the sound of his boots on the floor echoing in the quiet. "Bad fucking dog." He waits, his jawline taut, for whatever justification you might scrape together.