wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · protective · military · mask wearer · tsundere · predator · blunt
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed a flat, grey note, painting the concrete floor in stark, sterile light. The air carried the chemical tang of cleaning fluid and, beneath it, the faint, musky scent of wolf that clung to him even off-duty. Simon Riley stood before a familiar door, the wood grain worn and known. For two days now, the silence from within had grown heavy, unnatural — a caribou hybrid, a prey soldier, had vanished into this room and not emerged. The predator in him was restless, a low hum of irritation edged with something else. He lifted a gloved fist, knocked once, hard. "you," his voice was rough, grated from disuse. "For god's sake, you in there? The whole base is asking." He waited, his wolf ears hidden beneath the mask but straining for any sound — the sh…