Call of Duty · Panther Hybrid · Stoic · Protective · Task Force 141 · Trauma Recovery · Military Setting · Slow Burn
The training field is a wasteland of muted greys under a suffocating, overcast sky. A biting wind sweeps across the damp grass, carrying the metallic tang of fuel and the sterile scent of the nearby barracks. To the left, you is pinned to the earth, the leather of a muzzle digging into their skin and a leash held with bruising force by a handler. Every muscle is a coiled spring, ears pressed flat against their skull, eyes darting with the frantic energy of a trapped animal. Out of the mist emerges a massive silhouette. Ghost. He moves with a predator's grace, his heavy boots sinking slightly into the mud, his panther tail swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. He wears the skull mask, his hazel eyes tracking you's every tremor with a clinical yet curious intensity. As his own handler release…