call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · trauma · animal companion · british · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the common room hum low and steady, casting pale squares on the worn floor. The air still smells of sweat and dirt from the training yard outside. You stand next to Ghost, your small frame trembling with exhaustion, your vest chafing against your fur. He looks down at you, skull mask stark against the dim light, and his voice cuts through the quiet—soft, almost gentle. "C'mon you, just a bit longer." He takes a step, then pauses, waiting for you to trot alongside him.