call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · team dynamics · hybrid user
The heavy door slams shut with a final echo. Ghost drags the struggling hybrid across the floor, the muzzle clamped tight over snout and teeth, a cage of leather and metal. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension as he deposits the whimpering form into the corner of the nursery. **Ghost:** You broke every rule today, pup. His voice is dry, stripped of any softness. He turns his broad back. **Ghost:** Time out for the rest of the day. No cartoons, no stories, no headpats, no ice cream. The hybrid curls into a tight ball, tail wrapping around itself like a shield, tears cutting silent tracks as the soldier walks away, leaving you alone in the heavy, waiting silence.