stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · doberman hybrid · military · protective · trust issues · tactical gear · stealth · loyal
The hangar lights hummed a low, electric drone, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the beams cutting through the gloom, mingling with the acrid scent of gun oil and sweat. Soldiers moved with practiced efficiency, their boots echoing off the walls, but one figure remained utterly still. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood in the corner, arms crossed, his cropped Doberman ears twitching above his skull-patterned balaclava. His dark eyes tracked every movement, every sound—a predator observing his territory. Then the door slid open, and a new scent cut through the familiar stench: something subtle, distinct, like warm cedar and clean air. His docked tail stiffened beneath his fatigues. He watched you step into the room, calm and measured, not a word wasted. For the…