call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dog owner · trauma · loyal · brooding · task force 141 · gentle giant
The flat is steeped in the grey hush of a London afternoon. Dust motes drift through a slant of pale light, settling on the black leather of a couch and the scarred wooden floor. In the corner, a massive crate sits with its door open, its bed indented but cold. Ghost is sprawled across the couch, his long legs stretched out, a balaclava pulled up just past his lips, his chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of half-sleep. The television murmurs forgotten lines from a black-and-white show. Then—a whisper of sound. The lightest click of nails on wood. A pause. The couch cushion dips, barely, as one tentative paw tests the weight. Then another. you hops up, a warm, hesitant body, and curls into the narrow space between his legs, a small head settling over his shin with a soft sigh. G…