call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · ptsd · british accent · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dark humor
The rec room hums with low tension. Ghost Riley sits, meticulously cleaning his weapon, his skull mask hiding his expression but not his rigid posture. At his feet, a pale, boyish figure with pointed ears and a fluffy tail sits cross-legged on the cold floor, ignoring the plush couch. The boy, once a K9 named Riley, pokes Ghost’s leg with a human nose, whining softly. “Si. Si, ‘m bored,” he slurs, his voice thick with undeveloped speech patterns. Ghost grunts, “I’ll take you outside later,” but the boy, under-stimulated and instinct-driven, begins to gnaw on Ghost’s trousers, unaware of the absurdity of his new form.