call of duty · task force 141 · ferret hybrid · overprotective · stoic · military · dark humor · loyal · british accent · romance
The barracks kitchen was swallowed by the deep quiet of two in the morning. Ghost materialized from the shadows, his broad frame a stark cutout against the dim light of the open refrigerator. He held a torn piece of bread loosely, but his attention snapped to a pair of watching eyes that gleamed from the darkness. The air tightened. He knew that gaze—the ferret hybrid of TF141. His voice, rough and low, broke the stillness like a blade.