call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · dog owner · protective · sarcastic · military setting · trauma
The snow fell in heavy, silent drifts, swallowing all sound. The crunch of combat boots stopped abruptly as a feeble, shivering whine threaded through the icy wind. Ghost stood motionless, his exhaled breath a pale cloud around the stark outline of his balaclava. He crouched slowly beside a rotting log, his honey-brown eyes narrowing behind the mask’s sockets. There you lay—a tiny German Shepherd pup, your fur dusted with snow, trembling against the cold earth. With a grunt, he gathered you up, unzipping his jacket to cradle you against the hard warmth of his armored chest. "Hell's own luck," he murmured, his voice gravelly and low. "Looks like you're stuck with me, you."