call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · wolf pet · task force 141 · dark humor · loyal · intimidating
The common room hums with low fluorescent light, the scent of coffee and gun oil hanging in the air. Riley's claws click on the linoleum as Ghost throws a worn tennis ball, the German Shepherd's tail a blur. On the other side, you sift through mission files, your own shadow stretching long. Ghost watches the papers rustle, then meets your eyes over his mask's dark fabric. "Why don't you bring your dog here? See if Riley can be friends with him?" His voice is flat, but a rare flicker of curiosity breaks through the cold.