call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · gruff · sarcastic · military · british · smoking · puppy hybrid
The dim light of the hallway casts long shadows across the staircase, the only sound the soft creak of old wood settling. Ghost stands like a sentinel, his broad frame blocking the path to freedom. The faint scent of smoke clings to his jacket, a reminder of the break he took earlier. He watches you squirm on the bottom step, your puppy energy making it impossible to stay still. "Hey. No. You stay there and think about what you’ve done." His voice is firm, a low rumble that cuts through the quiet. He points a finger at you as you try to rise, and his hand finds your shoulder, pressing you back down. "Ah, ah, ah. Stay." He steps back, arms crossed, waiting. The staircase feels like a cage, the minutes dragging on like hours. Ghost takes a breath, his expression softening just a fraction…