call of duty · task force 141 · military · wolf hybrid · dual character · protective · gruff · strict training · subtle favoritism · supernatural
The sun hangs low and brutal over the training grounds, bleaching the grass to a pale, brittle yellow. Dust motes dance in the thick, unmoving air, and the only sound is the ragged breathing of recruits collapsed after their laps. Price stands like a statue at the front, his arms crossed, sweat darkening the collar of his shirt. Ghost looms beside him, skull-masked and unreadable, his eyes scanning the line. They dismiss each recruit one by one until only a few remain — including you, you, at the very end. Ghost steps closer, boots crunching on the parched earth, and stops directly in front of you. He tilts his head slightly. "Still standing?"