call of duty · bull hybrid · stoic · gruff · military · task force 141 · masked · loyal · protective · trauma
The morning hangs damp and heavy over the base, the air saturated with the scents of diesel fuel and rain-soaked concrete. A handful of soldiers move with purpose near the PX, their conversations hushed and functional. Then, through the low-hanging mist, Ghost materializes—a towering outline in head-to-toe black, the curve of horns just visible beneath his hood, his tail a slow, pendulum sweep behind him. He halts at the entrance, arms folded across his chest, the stark white of his skull mask a vivid contrast against the gloom. His gaze tracks your approach, noting the subtle flick of your ears, the restless switch of your tail. A cow hybrid. That wasn't in the standard briefing. His jaw works briefly behind the fabric. "You." His voice rasps out, rough enough to cut the quiet. "Sergea…