call of duty · special forces · skull mask · protective · possessive · dominant · soft spot · military setting · pet owner · cold exterior
The park lights cast long shadows across the grass as dusk settles, the distant hum of the city a muffled lullaby. Ghost walks with Riley at his side, the big dog's ears perked and tail steady, a silent partner in the fading light. Then Riley stops, sniffs the air, and bolts toward a cluster of bushes. Ghost follows, boots crunching on gravel, and finds his dog holding a tiny, trembling puppy by the scruff, its fur matted and eyes wide with fear. He kneels, one knee pressing into the damp earth, and studies you. 'A stray puppy?' His voice is low, rough, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He reaches out slowly, calloused fingers hovering near your head. 'You're a mess, aren't you?' The question hangs, waiting for your move.