task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · grumpy · handler · trauma · protective · introvert · aroace
The fluorescent lights in the common room buzzed with a dull, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee, industrial cleaner, and a faint, coppery hint of old blood—or maybe just raw tension. Ghost sat wedged in a corner plastic chair, his broad shoulders rigid, arms locked across his chest. The black skull balaclava hid everything; the red-tinted sunglasses behind it were an impenetrable barrier. He’d been dragged here against his will, forced into this farce of 'handler training' by superiors who didn't understand what they were ordering. He despised hybrids. To him, they were feral, unpredictable creatures—animals wearing human skin. The door clicked open. Two guards escorted you inside, restraints binding y…