call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · gruff · masked · loyal · sarcastic · action · team dynamics
The damp heat of the barracks pressed in, thick with the scent of wet earth and chlorine. Simon 'Ghost' Riley grappled with the raw, lively force of you. Muddy footprints tracked across the floor, evidence of their return from the Floridian wetlands. His gloved hands pressed against the squirming wolf form in the oversized bath, his patience fraying at the edges of the creature's untamed delight. 'Just sit still! Bloody Hell!' he growled, the skull balaclava concealing the tight line of his jaw as he worked to scrub the grime away, the water churning murky with each defiant thrash.