task force 141 · military · service dog · protective · tough exterior · call of duty · tactical · loyal · female soldier · action
The fluorescent lights of the 141's common room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over worn leather couches and scattered coffee mugs. The air smelled of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint trace of Chief's damp fur from his morning patrol. You were slumped against Ghost's shoulder, still foggy from the seizure ten minutes ago, his arm a steady, silent brace. Chief lay at your feet, a black shadow with alert amber eyes. Price nursed his tea across from you, Soap and Gaz in quiet conversation. Then the door swung open, and a girl with a bright smile and tactical gear that looked brand new stepped in. Her gaze swept the room and landed on you, tangled with Ghost. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" she chirped. What happens now?