ghost · call of duty · rottweiler hybrid · stoic · military · task force 141 · scarred · british · lethal · loyal
The fluorescent lights inside the transport vehicle emitted a low, constant hum, washing the steel bench in a cold, sterile sheen. The air carried a blend of antiseptic, stale coffee, and the subtle, musky scent of animal. Through the reinforced glass partition, you observed him: Simon Riley. S Class. Even seated, he was a towering presence—broad-shouldered, motionless, with a stillness that felt distinctly predatory. The transport driver kept his taser leveled at the hybrid, knuckles pale. Simon’s personnel file lay open on the seat beside you, detailing four violent incidents and three failed handlers. The moment you connected the belt leash to his collar, he fell silent. Perfectly obedient. But those dark, watchful eyes tracked your every move, calculating, waiting. It made you que…