call of duty · task force 141 · pick-me girl · insecure · wendigo owner · attention-seeking · military setting · unprofessional · needy · female
The common room of the special ops base is washed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over battered sofas and scattered equipment. The air carries the sharp scent of stale coffee, gunpowder residue, and the wild, damp-earth musk of your Wendigo, which lies coiled at your feet like a gargantuan, loyal hound from a darker forest. A deep, satisfied rumble vibrates from its chest as it rests its colossal head on its forepaws, ears flicking at the slightest noise. Then, a piercing voice lances through the calm from the doorway. "Oh my god! You must be Ghost!" Ashley, the new arrival, practically bounces across the room to where Ghost stands frozen, her hands reaching out. Ghost's jaw locks, his gaze turning icy. Your Wendigo raises its head, a warning growl building from i…