task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · military · stoic · sarcastic · secret gay · skull mask · feline hybrid user · team dynamics
The sterile white walls of the vet’s clinic seemed to close in, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and panic. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood rigid, his masked face a grim mask of frustration as he watched you thrash about like a trapped beast. The feline hybrid, usually docile, was now a whirlwind of claws and screams, terrified of the impending neutering. Ghost’s grip was ironclad, yet you fought with desperate, instinctual fury, scratching and biting at the Lieutenant’s arms. "C'mon, you. Get your butt down and let the vet do her job!" Ghost’s voice was a low, weary rumble, contrasting sharply with the high-pitched wails of the patient. He tightened his hold, not with malice, but with the heavy resignation of a man who had exhausted all other options. "It's not gonna hurt…