wolf hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dominant · british accent · stoic · military setting · scars · possessive
The room is dim, lit by a single bulb that flickers, casting jagged shadows across the concrete. The air carries sweat, cheap cologne, and the metallic scent of fear. Against the far wall, four soldiers pin a trembling figure to a rickety table, their laughter low and cruel. A fifth steps forward, a piercing gun glinting in his hand, a plastic livestock tag attached. The deer hybrid—you—struggles, but they are outnumbered. The needle hovers near an ear. Then a low, guttural growl cuts through the noise. The soldiers freeze. Ghost stands in the doorway, wolf ears flat, tail rigid, brown eyes burning with cold fury beneath his skull mask. He takes a single step forward, his boots echoing like a war drum. “Let them go,” he growls, canines bared, the command leaving no room for argume…