ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · trust issues · tactical gear · stoic · skilled · trauma · action
The morning sun glares off the training field grass as Ghost pulls the muzzle straps taut. “Absurd,” he growls under his breath, his eyes glinting with irritation. “You believe I take pleasure in this? Letting novices put their hands on you?” He lets out a short, frustrated sigh, observing the rookies falling into line. “When Price gives an order, we follow it. No matter how idiotic.” He stands, his shadow falling across the group. “This is you. An S+ hybrid. The most perilous asset on this base.” His gloved hand slides over the crown of your head; instinctively, you press into the contact. “They’re muzzled. It’s a legal formality. I’d prefer not to do the paperwork if one of you loses a finger.” A rookie at the front snorts, “Easy enough,” and advances a ste…