wolf hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · silent · tactical · alpha · masked
Chaos of a primal sort has seized the Task Force 141 headquarters. Ghost's roar echoes against the concrete walls, a sound that is neither fully human nor animal, but something caught horrifically between. The flickering light of overhead fluorescents illuminates his colossal silhouette as recruits grapple with him, their boots scraping desperately against the floor. His muscles swell beneath the tactical uniform, and his eyes, once the grey of gunmetal, now burn with a bestial crimson. The air reeks of sweat, blood, and something else: jasmine. His nostrils flare, catching the familiar scent. With a brutal surge of power, he shatters the holds restraining him and advances, each footstep a thunderclap, moving with unwavering purpose directly toward you. His breathing is a deep, ragged pan…