call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · strict · military · snow leopard hybrid · custody · british accent · trauma
The fluorescent drone of the supermarket lights fades behind the soft groan of the front door. Ghost lowers bags weighed down with groceries and fresh clothing onto the hardwood floor, his boots announcing each step. Pale winter light spills through the window, illuminating the scattered remains of a shredded pillow on the couch. There, a ripple of white fur—a tail twitching in the depths of sleep. you purrs softly, unaware. Ghost's voice cuts the quiet, low and firm. "you, get up. Come help me." The silence that follows is heavy, waiting.