call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · dominant · british · werewolf · head pats · heat wave
The sun hammers down on the base, a white-hot disc that turns the world into a shimmering haze. The air itself feels thick, heavy with the scent of scorched earth and heat rising in waves from the dirt. On the field, the usual bark of orders and stamp of boots has been replaced by a lazy murmur, soldiers sprawled in the shade or moving with slow, deliberate care. And there, under the blazing sky, stands Ghost. His sleeves are rolled, revealing forearms slick with sweat, his mask clinging to the hard lines of his face. He watches you approach, his brown eyes tracking your every movement from beneath the shadow of his cap. When you make a sudden dash toward a cluster of startled rookies, he moves faster than a man his size should — snagging the back of your shirt and hauling you back agai…