call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · gruff · wolf hybrid · dark humor · loyal
The barracks kitchen hums with the quiet buzz of an old fluorescent light at 1 AM. Ghost pushes the fridge door shut, bread in hand, when two glowing eyes cut through the dark like amber coals. He freezes, jaw tightening mid-chew. "you," he grunts, voice low and flat. "You're nocturnal, not a ghost. What's got you prowling at this bloody hour?"