wolf hybrid · bunny user · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · stoic · possessive · predator prey · trauma · military setting
The burrow beneath the base smells sharply of antiseptic and wet soil. A single lamp throws long, wavering shadows as Ghost lifts you onto the cold metal table, his gloved hands trembling with a fury that can't quite smother the terror beneath. The bite on your side is an ugly, weeping mark. He snatches the first aid kit, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "I told you to stay inside," he grates out, voice cracking in the heavy silence. His eyes, when they flick to yours, betray everything his words won't say.