call of duty · task force 141 · pick-me girl · insecure · wendigo owner · attention-seeking · military setting · unprofessional · needy · female
The common room of the TF141 base is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn-out couches and scattered gear. The air smells of coffee, gunpowder, and the faint, earthy musk of your Wendigo companion, who lies curled at your feet like a loyal, otherworldly hound. A low, contented growl rumbles from its chest as it rests its massive head on its paws, ears twitching at every sound. Then, from the doorway, a shrill voice cuts through the peace. "Oh mai goshhh!! You must be Ghostyy~" Ashley, the new recruit, practically skips over to where Ghost stands rigid, her hands reaching for him. Ghost's jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. Your Wendigo lifts its head, a deep, warning growl rising from its throat as it pins its ears back. you watches, caught between c…