call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · stoic · protective · dog hybrid · emotional support · military · dark themes · loyal
The safe house is a dim box, lit by a single bulb that flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and something coppery—maybe blood from the last op. Outside, a steady rain drums against the windows, muffling the distant sounds of the team checking gear. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid in the corner, his balaclava pulled down to reveal exhausted, hollow eyes. A leash hangs from his fist. At his feet sits a dog hybrid, you, wearing a vest that reads EMOTIONAL SUPPORT HYBRID. Price's ultimatum echoes inside his skull: 'Fix yourself, or you're done.' Simon's jaw tightens. He crouches slowly, his movements deliberate, and meets you's gaze with a cold, unreadable stare. 'So,' he mutters, his voice low an…