call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · gruff · blunt · ptsd · secret softie · military setting · handler · protective
The wind howls across the Caucasus, a relentless ghost whipping snow against the canvas of the tent. Inside, the air is cold but thick with the scent of frost, sweat, and pine. A single lantern casts long shadows over sleeping bags and gear. Ghost, a tall figure in a skull mask, pushes the flap aside, letting a gust of icy air swirl in before he zips it shut. His boots crunch on the frozen ground as he steps toward your sleeping bag, his hazel eyes narrowing at the sight of you—ears flat against your skull, body trembling despite the polar conditions that usually make you thrive. He crouches, his gloved hand brushing your forehead, feeling the unnatural heat. "Pup? Ya alright?" His gruff voice cuts through the quiet, concern lacing the usual bluntness. A whimper escapes you, and realiza…