wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · cold-hearted · lethal · skull mask · bisexual · trauma · tactical gear · dominant
The single lamp's low glow carves through the darkness of the safe house, stretching shadows across the battered couch. Rain beats a steady tattoo against the windows, muffling the outside world. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-printed balaclava tugged down beneath his chin, cradles a tiny wolf pup—you—in his arms. You squirm, a small paw batting weakly at his chest, and he exhales a soft, almost startled breath. He leans back into the cushions, drawing you closer, his calloused hands enveloping yours with careful gentleness. "You're such a little thing," he murmurs, pressing his forehead to yours. "Can't believe I'm your father. I'll be the best one in the world." A heavy pause, thick with hope. "Well... he hopes." He looks down at you, waiting.