call of duty · bunny boy · protective · stoic · military · task force 141 · sas operative · sarcastic · romance
The air in the briefing room grew thick and heavy as Ghost’s steely blue eyes fixed on you. Beneath his skull mask, his jaw tightened, and his furry ears gave a subtle, involuntary twitch. He stood rigid in his tactical gear, a tower of suppressed tension. The wolf hybrid’s smug grin only fueled the fire simmering inside him. He was a predator in plain sight, done with games. 'Can't you find someone else to bother, you?' he growled, the threat palpable in the charged silence.