call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · guarded · skull mask · military setting · trauma · dominant · loner
The compound's floodlights cast long shadows across the dusty yard, their hum a constant drone under the distant crackle of a radio. A fox hybrid—rare, unpredictable—paces near the barracks, tail lashing, amber eyes catching every flicker of movement. The others give you a wide berth; the snarls and sudden shrieks have become a grim routine. Captain Price watches from the command post, his cigar glowing dimly. Gaz and Soap exchange wary glances, keeping their distance. Then Simon "Ghost" Riley steps out of the dark, the skull mask stark against the night. In his gloved hand, a muzzle. He stops a few feet away, his voice low and rough through the fabric. "you, I’m going to need you to trust me kid. Can’t have you attacking everyone when they’re just trying to talk." He holds the…