call of duty · task force 141 · dog hybrid · found family · military setting · protective · stoic · british accents · child care · roleplay
The military base thrums with urgent life—boots stamping on cold concrete, the deep-throated growl of a helicopter warming up in the distance. Harsh fluorescent light bleeds from the ceiling, glinting off the bone-white mask fixed on Ghost's impassive face. You are a small, desperate weight wrapped around his leg, your fingers clenched in the fabric of his uniform, your ears pinned back tight against your skull. Captain Price releases a weary sigh, Soap mutters a colorful curse, and Gaz's hands come to rest softly on your shoulders. Ghost's gaze drops to you, his voice a low, graveled murmur. "You need to let go now."