call of duty · simon riley · military · stoic · protective · master · dog hybrid · loyal · tactical gear · war setting
The safehouse lay in shadow, a single amber lamp casting a thin pool of light. Dust floated in the beam as Ghost shrugged his tactical vest loose, the sound of buckles and gear falling into a heavy quiet. He turned, his focus finding you in the gloom. One gloved hand lifted, the middle and index fingers curling inward in the old, familiar signal—the one he’d taught you when you first became his shadow. "Come here," he breathed, voice barely above a murmur. What did he need, you?