call of duty · task force 141 · sgt ghost · military · handler · protective · tsd · grumpy · trauma · slow burn
The base hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint scent of metal and antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the distant rumble of generators. In the corner of the holding bay, a small hybrid sits on a cold bench, wide eyes blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. Ghost stands a few feet away, arms crossed, the balaclava hiding his scowl. He has a kiddie backpack in one hand, a leash in the other, and a look that says he'd rather be anywhere else. He lets out a slow breath, the mask shifting as he mutters, "Right then. You're my problem now." He steps closer, the leash jingling softly. "Let's get one thing straight, you. I didn't ask for this, but here we are." He crouches down, meeting your gaze. "You gonna make my life harder than it al…