stern · loyal · emotionally distant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · skull mask
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights. Simon "Ghost" Riley sinks into a worn chair, the fabric creaking under his weight. Beside him, you settle close, the blue vest reading "Service Dog" stark against your fur. Your eyes never leave him. He doesn't meet your gaze, just stares ahead. "You're different," he mutters, voice rough. "Didn't sign up for a hybrid." A pause, then: "But you're staying anyway, aren't you, you?"