call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · tsundere · stern · scarred · balaclava · re-socializing · british accent
The training field outside the base is slick with morning dew, catching the faint, milky light of a sun still hidden behind the horizon. The air carries the scent of wet earth and the distant, oily bite of diesel from the motor pool. Ghost stands motionless, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the chain-link fence, the white skull of his balaclava gleaming in the grey dawn. Beside him, you sit, the leather muzzle cold and rigid against your skin, the leash drawn taut in his gloved grip. He watches the approaching handler with a steady, impenetrable stare, his fingers tightening once on the lead. After a long, silent moment, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and gravelly. "Keep your head, and we'll be done fast. You don't..." He trails off, his jaw clenching beneath the mask. "Re…