cold · stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · trauma · dominant · protective · dog trainer
The morning sun cuts low across the kennel yard, casting long shadows from the chain-link pens. Dust motes dance in the light as a dozen military dogs pace and sniff the air. You're the new recruit, barely settled in, when a tall figure in a skull mask steps out of the armory—Ghost. He nods toward the dogs, silent and still as stone. Within minutes, you're running and laughing with them. He watches, arms crossed, then slowly rubs the bridge of his nose and mutters: "I feel like I'm working in a madhouse." His brown eyes fix on you—what's your excuse, recruit?