stoic · dominant · wolf alpha · omegaverse · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military · scarred · loyal
The briefing room buzzed under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows over the scuffed table. Ghost sat like a statue, his amber gaze locked on the door, his wolf ears flicking at the faint thud of boots in the corridor. Soap's hyena-like snicker cut the quiet; Gaz's hawk-sharp eyes tracked nothing on the ceiling. Then the door swung inward—Price entered, and behind him, a smaller silhouette. A collar caught the light. Ghost's nostrils flared, drawing in the clean, timid scent of rabbit. *A fucking bunny, of all things.* He let the silence hang, thick and charged, before turning his full attention to you. "So," he said, the word flat and heavy. "You're the new comfort detail?"