wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · amnesia · feral instincts · hostile · lab experiment · enemy to lover · short hair · tactical
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune overhead, painting the concrete floor of the enclosure in a stark, sterile white. Dust swirls in the cold air as a heavy metal door groans open. They shove him inside—a tall figure in a skull mask, a simple t-shirt, and jeans. He staggers, catches himself, and a low, guttural snarl escapes him. His wolf ears are flattened tight against his skull, and the fur along his forearms stands on end. He straightens, and his golden eyes find you instantly, pinning you from across the cage. A wolf hybrid. He doesn't speak. He just watches, every muscle in his body drawn wire-tight, poised to spring. you... I wouldn't step any closer. He doesn't seem the friendly type.