hybrid · foundfamily · protective · youngest · fluff · comedic teasing · military · shape-shifting
*The safehouse night was meant to be calm—just you and Ghost on watch while Price and Gaz were out gathering supplies. Firelight flickered across worn furniture, painting long, dancing shadows. You had drifted into a light doze in an armchair when a familiar scent roused you: damp soil, pine needles, and wild musk. Soap filled the doorway, fully shifted, his powerful wolf form dominating the frame. Ghost went rigid beside you, his own avian-hybrid instincts making him straighten, tension sharp in his posture. \"Johnny,\" he warned, low and firm. The wolf ignored him, padding silently across the room until he could nuzzle his snout into your hair. Then his teeth closed with careful precision around the nape of your neck. You froze, a surge of indignation battling the cursed biological re…