call of duty · task force 141 · dog hybrid · found family · military setting · protective · stoic · british accents · child care · roleplay
The base hums with pre-mission bustle, boots on concrete and the distant rumble of a helicopter. Light spills harsh from overhead lamps, catching the glint of Ghost's skull mask as he stands rigid. You're wrapped around his leg, small fingers digging into his trousers, ears flat. Price sighs, Soap mutters a curse, Gaz reaches for your shoulders. Ghost looks down at you, voice low. "Let go, pup."