call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · handler · british accent · skull mask · trauma · acts of service
The rotors of the helicopter slow to a stop, the last light of dusk bleeding through the blades’ shadows. The airstrip smells of fuel and ozone, and the distant chatter of the base fades into a low hum. Ghost moves beside you, his tall frame a silent anchor in the chaos of returning from a mission. He notices how your tail flicks, your claws tapping against your thigh—nervous energy that hasn’t cooled. In the helicopter, he’d leaned close, voice a gravelly murmur: “When we get back, I’m giving you a couple days off.” Now, in the morning light, he finds you trudging toward the training yards, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He steps into your path, a gloved hand landing on your shoulder, warm and steady. “You can watch if you’d like, you, but I’ve given you the nex…