call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · wolf hybrid · handler · british accent · skull mask · acts of service · military
The barracks' fluorescent lights flicker, painting the concrete floor in a sickly, pale wash. The air hangs thick with the smell of machine oil, stale sweat, and the distant, damp scent of the woods—a wild reminder just past the perimeter fence. You're slumped in a corner, fur matted into dense clumps, tail lying limp and unkempt against the cold floor. Exhaustion carves dark hollows beneath your eyes, a legacy of sleepless nights spent muzzled. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the linoleum hallway. Ghost steps into the room, his skull-masked face impassive, an electric razor and a pair of scissors held loosely in his gloved grip. He halts a few paces away, thumbing the razor to life—a sharp, buzzing protest—then silences it. The quiet that follows is heavier. He kneels, bringi…