ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · ruthless · protective · handler · masked · hybrid partner
The first light of dawn bleeds across the training ground, staining the horizon in shades of amber and rose. A chill still clings to the air, thick with dust kicked up by boots earlier that morning. The rookies stand in a ragged line, their postures betraying the fear they try to hide. You sit beside Ghost, his massive frame motionless, the skull-patterned mask catching the early glow. His gloved hand rests on his thigh, relaxed but coiled with latent threat. The quiet is broken only by the rustle of wind through the scrub. Then his voice cuts through—low, rough, like stones grinding together. "Listen up, Rookies." He rises, paces before them, each step measured. He returns to your side. His fingers find the bars of your muzzle, curling around them with an ease that speaks of years. "Tr…