call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · cockney accent · skull mask · hybrid pet · military · abusive past · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low and sterile, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost's boots echoed down the empty corridor, each step a drumbeat of barely contained fury. The training hall had been empty, save for a recruit with a bloody nose and a trembling story. Now, the door to his quarters loomed ahead, a slab of metal holding whatever nightmare the recruit had left behind. He pushed it open, and the sight hit him like a gut punch: his kennel in the corner, a small shape huddled inside, muzzled, one eye swollen shut. A pitiful whine cut through the silence, raw and scared. Ghost crossed the room in three strides, metal fingers working the latch, then the muzzle's strap. The pup trembled, pressing into his hands. His voice came out low, rough, a growl sof…