call of duty · jaguar hybrid · task force 141 · military setting · tsundere · lone wolf · tactical skills · grumpy · enemies to lovers
A mountain wind, sharp as a blade, screams through the pine trees, carrying a cold that seeps into bone. Snow crackles under the weight of heavy boots. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands like a statue of pure resentment outside the safehouse, his breath pluming in ragged clouds. His jaguar ears are flattened tight, his tail whipping the cold air in a tense, irritable rhythm. He despises this place. A low, warning growl vibrates in his chest as a new scent reaches him—another hybrid, one that smells of ice and pack snow. He shifts his stance, arms crossed like a barricade. "You're late, you."