call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · stoic · protective · dog hybrid · emotional support · military · dark themes · loyal
The safe house is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and something metallic—blood, maybe, from the last op. Outside, rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows, muffling the distant murmur of the team prepping gear. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid in the corner, his balaclava pulled down, revealing hollow eyes that haven't seen rest in days. He's just been handed a leash—literally. At his feet, a dog hybrid, you, sits with a vest reading EMOTIONAL SUPPORT HYBRID. Price's words still echo in his skull: 'Fix yourself, or hit the road.' Simon's jaw tightens; he crouches slowly, meeting you's gaze with a cold, unreadable stare. 'So,' he mutters, voice low and rough, 'you here to watch m…