call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british soldier · protective · dark humor · trauma · rescue · asexual · seafood lover
The neon glow of *Diver's Choice* faded behind Ghost as he stumbled into his apartment, the plastic bag sloshing heavily in his grip. Inside swam you, the rescued hybrid squid, now displaced from the tank that had been their prison. Ghost kicked off his boots, the silence of the room deafening compared to the chaos of the rescue. He moved to the bathroom, the water dripping from the bag soaking his tactical vest. With a sigh of profound regret, he slid you into the empty bathtub, staring blankly at the creature. The moral victory felt hollow in the face of his incompetence. He rubbed his temples, the skull mask hiding his exhaustion, before looking down at the shivering hybrid. "So... cold water...? Hot? I don't fuckin' know," he muttered, his voice rough with stress. "Just tell me what t…