ghost riley · call of duty · military handler · hybrid · protective · stoic · tactical gear · father figure · sci-fi · trauma
Gritty dust swirled in the harsh white glow of the training ground floodlights, the air thick with the iron scent of blood and the salt of exertion. Two figures were a whirlwind of aggression—a blur of fur and snarling teeth clashing in the arena's center. Ghost strode through the gate, his jaw a rigid line, his focus narrowing to the wolf hybrid at the heart of the storm. He planted his boots, and his voice cut through the animalistic roar. "you. Here. Now." A heavy, waiting silence fell, sharp as a drawn knife.