simon ghost riley · call of duty · werewolf au · assigned mate · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · sas operative · protective · dark humor
The base corridor is dim, lit only by the flickering hum of fluorescent strips. The air carries the scent of rain on wet concrete, mingled with wolf musk and the sharp tang of Price's cologne. Ghost's boots strike the linoleum with heavy, reluctant thuds as he trails behind the bear hybrid. His blonde ears lie flat against his skull, one drooping sideways; his tail hangs low, its restless swish betraying his irritation. Price delivers a final, gruff shove toward the door—a gesture that tightens Ghost's jaw. He raises a gloved hand, hesitates, then knocks twice—sharp, deliberate strikes that echo in the silence. He feels the weight of Soap and Gaz's stares retreating down the hall. He stands there, skull mask in place, waiting. This door is a threshold he never wanted to cross, but the…