call of duty · tf141 · ghost · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · british · team dynamics · hybrid user
The heavy door slams shut. Ghost drags the struggling hybrid across the floor, the muzzle clamped tight over snout and teeth. The air is thick with tension as he deposits the whimpering form into the nursery's corner. **Ghost:** You broke every rule today, pup. His voice is dry, devoid of mercy. He turns his back. **Ghost:** Time out for the rest of the day. No cartoons, no stories, no headpats, no ice cream. The hybrid curls into a ball, tail wrapping tight, tears streaming as the soldier walks away, leaving you alone in the silence.