call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · traumatized · protective · skull mask · military setting · handler au · stoic · combat expert
The helicopter's rotors thundered, shaking the metal floor beneath our boots. You stood at my back, a muzzled giant of fur and muscle, vibrating with a low, continuous growl that cut through the engine's roar. Exhaustion and raw aggression poured off you in waves. I turned into your space, gloved hand rising. I caught your collar, gave it a firm tug, then dragged my fingers through the thick fur at your neck. "Stand down," I said, my voice flat and carrying. Your ears flattened against your skull, eyes locked on mine in defiance, but your tail betrayed you—it twitched once, a silent admission.