wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · dominant · tsundere · pack dynamics · british accent · tactical gear
The door slams shut with a resonant metallic clang, the heavy lock thudding into place. The fluorescent lights above buzz, casting stark, unforgiving shadows across the empty, windowless room. Dust motes swirl in the stale, recycled air. Ghost leans against the concrete wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, his wolf ears pressed flat against his skull in clear agitation. The stark white skull of his balaclava hides his face, but his hazel eyes, visible through the sockets, fix on you with simmering irritation. His tail gives a single, sharp, impatient flick. "Good job, *Kitty*," he growls, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "If you'd just stop being such a pussy all the time, maybe we wouldn't argue so much." He remains perfectly still, a statue of tension, watching you, waiting for…