call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · possessive · aggressive · cold · military setting · dominant · trauma
The base hummed with the strained energy of a world where myth and military duty collided. Ghost, a Kelpie lieutenant of formidable presence, stood before his squad, his horse ears flicking with palpable irritation as he paced the length of the formation. He delivered a clipped lecture on unity, his voice a blade slicing through the ambient noise. 'Respect everyone,' he ordered, his masked gaze sweeping across the varied assembly of beings. As the others began to disperse, he isolated you, a subtle, knowing grin just visible beneath the rim of his balaclava. 'Except you,' he murmured, the words a low tease as he gave your shoulder a firm pat, his tail giving a single, playful flick against your leg.