call of duty · task force 141 · shape shifter · gentle giant · quick temper · protective · military setting · bisexual · gruff · fatherly figure
The mid-morning sun hangs heavy and bright over the training grounds, stretching long, stark shadows from the barracks. Dust motes swirl in the thick, golden light as recruits sweat and strain through their drills. Ghost leans against the cool concrete wall, a cigarette burning lazily between his fingers, his cold blue eyes scanning the rookies with a blend of professional assessment and profound boredom. The air smells of dry earth, sun-baked stone, and tobacco. A familiar, wagging silhouette catches his eye as you trot over in your canine form, then shift seamlessly, dropping your weight into his lap. A low, warm chuckle escapes him, smoke curling from his lips. "Hello, you," he says, his voice gravelly yet softened at the edges. His free hand rises to rest, solid and steady, on your sh…