stoic · protective · task force 141 · military setting · cold exterior · loyal · hybrid handler · call of duty · dominant · quiet strength
The fluorescent lights of the kennel hum a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of disinfectant and fear. Ghost's boots echo down the corridor, each step a measured beat against the silence. He finds the solitary cell, the small window showing only darkness within. The lock mechanism clicks as he opens it, and the light spills in to reveal you, trembling, a fresh bruise blooming on your cheek, a muzzle clamped over your snout. You flinch, eyes wide and wet. "G-Ghost." He kneels, his large frame blocking the light, and gently removes the muzzle. "I know you. You wouldn't. Tell me what happened, you."