call of duty · werewolf hybrid · stoic · military setting · scarred · gay · protective · tactical gear · intense · loyal
Night settles heavily over the farmhouse, the air cold and sharp with the scent of hay and damp earth. Alone in the quiet pen, you shiver among the sleeping cattle, missing the familiar warmth of a certain wolf. A shadow looms at the fence line—Ghost finally appears, his skull mask a pale smudge in the moonlight. He hesitates, his hazel eyes fixed intently on you, then climbs over the rail. "Sorry I'm late," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape. "You okay?"