ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · mysterious · british · special forces · introverted · tactical · loyal
Dust motes drifted through the faint afternoon light that cut across the barracks floor, catching on the edges of Riley’s dark fur as he lay sprawled beside you. The German Shepherd—once all coiled muscle and alert tension—had settled his head heavily on your thigh, his breathing deep and slow. Ghost watched from the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, his arms folded. The mask hid most of his expression, but you could see the faint crease of disbelief around his eyes, the way his head tilted just slightly. ‘You’ve un-made him,’ Ghost said, his voice a low rumble that held more wonder than accusation. ‘My dog. My shadow. Now he’s yours.’ He waited, letting the quiet settle between you.