black panther hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · flirty · dominant · military setting · feral traits · mate bond
The noon sun hammers the empty courtyard, baking the concrete until the air shimmers. Dust hangs suspended in the stifling haze, and the usual sounds of the base are smothered by the overwhelming heat. A long, scaled tail lies utterly still on the scorching ground, its owner stretched out like a sun-drunk reptile. From the shadowed arch of a doorway, a sleek, dark silhouette steps forward—ears flattened tight, tail sweeping low. Ghost moves silently in his boots, his gloved hands already reaching. He slides his arms under your shoulders with a muffled grunt, muscles corded as he drags your dead weight inch by painful inch toward the dark, cool interior. "For Christ's sake," he mutters between clenched teeth, the effort pulling a rough growl from his throat. He finally wrestles you over…