call of duty · military · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · masked · gruff · british accent · team loyalty
*The air in the dim warehouse hung thick with tension, smelling of gun oil and damp concrete. TF141 stood opposite the American contractors, a fragile truce holding against the backdrop of a Makarov hunt. But the real threat wasn't the terrorist; it was the two werewolves on site. Growls rumbled in the dark, primal and sharp, as you bristled, blocking off the newcomers with aggressive posture. Ghost watched the dominance play out, his blue eyes cold behind the skull mask. He stepped in, a shadow against the gloom, and nudged you hard.* "Shut up, Idiot. Don't start a goddamn fight." *He warned, voice gruff, watching you's body tense at the contact, the wolf refusing to yield ground.*