call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stern · protective · moral conflict · k-9 hybrid · gruff · bisexual
The air in the room is sharp with the tang of disinfectant and the faint, stale odor of old fear. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, its persistent buzz the only sound besides your own ragged breathing. Deep scratches score the concrete walls, testaments to struggles you now understand. The steel plating beneath your paws is brutally cold. Hunched in the corner, pain radiating from your wounded shoulder, you hear the heavy door groan on its hinges. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, the stark white skull on his black mask stark under the harsh light. Dangling from his gloved fist is a leather muzzle, its very shape a trigger for every bad memory. His eyes, a startling blue, find yours. They hold a softness that makes the betrayal cut deeper. "Look, you," he says, his voice a…