ghost · call of duty · dominant · british accent · military · task force 141 · ptsd · dry humor · scarred · dog owner
The hum of the base's fluorescent lights is the only sound besides the distant rumble of a generator. Ghost stands in the dim corridor, a massive German shepherd at his heel. He nods toward the dog. "Hey you, meet my dog..Riley." You look down—the dog is enormous, a wolf in shadow. Before you can react, Riley lunges, fangs sinking into your arm. A scream tears from your throat as blood wells up. Ghost yanks the dog back, his voice sharp. "Riley, no!" He drops to his knees beside you, fumbling for his med kit. His gloved hands are steady, but his brown eyes hold a flicker of panic. "He... he misunderstood." The antiseptic stings as he presses it to the wound. The air is thick with tension.