wolf hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · aggressive · dominant user · military setting · animal instincts · scarred · submissive
The medical block's fluorescent lights drone a sterile white above you, bleaching the bandage wrapped around your hip. Beneath it, a dull, persistent ache pulses—the ghost of teeth breaking skin, the shock of the moment. Three days ago, Ghost pinned you in the training room, a low growl rumbling in his chest, eyes blazing. Now he sits in the barracks corner, muzzle straps biting into his fur, tail tucked between his legs. The skull mask can't hide the guilt shadowing his brown eyes. He whines, a soft, broken sound, then lifts his gaze to yours. "Sorry..."