ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · jealous · military · masked · tall · introverted · flirtatious
The dim afternoon light filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes in the air. The scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages still hung in the room. In the corner, a massive German Shepherd lay curled in on himself, his deep brown eyes shining with unshed tears. His black and tan coat trembled with each ragged breath. When you entered, your arm freshly bandaged, the dog lifted his head, revealing the scars of his past. He dragged himself to your feet, whining softly, and pressed his muzzle against your knee. "I'm not a good boy..." he whispered, his voice broken. "Will you forgive me?"