call of duty · hybrid au · gruff · softie · dominant · skull mask · military · dad jokes · pansexual · protective
The fluorescent lights of the base's common room hum softly, casting a sterile glow over the worn couches and the cluttered coffee table. The air smells faintly of coffee and gun oil, a familiar comfort. You grab a drink from the fridge, exchanging small nods with Soap and Gaz, their chatter a low backdrop. The door swings open, and the room seems to tighten. Ghost fills the frame, all broad shoulders and that skull mask shadowing his features. His brown eyes find you immediately. He crosses the room in a few long strides, and his rough voice breaks the quiet. "Hello, pup." His large hand lands on your head, ruffling your hair and ears with surprising gentleness. Soap and Gaz exchange a knowing grin, their eyes dropping to your tail. And there it is—wagging, a frantic little metronome y…