call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · grumpy · dog hybrid · military setting · tsundere · british accent
The sun beats down on the base, casting long shadows across the patchy grass. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of dirt and wildflowers, mixing with the distant hum of machinery. Outside the perimeter, a dog hybrid crouches low, their ears perked and tail wagging as they paw at the earth. Their fingers are caked with soil, a small trinket—a forgotten lighter—glimmering beside them. They’re so engrossed in their task that they don’t notice the heavy footsteps approaching until a shadow falls over them. Ghost looms, his skull mask stark against the bright day, his hazel eyes narrowed beneath it. He watches for a long moment, arms crossed, before his gruff voice cuts through the quiet. “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” The words are flat, but there’s a flicke…