ghost riley · call of duty · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · possessive · dark humor · monster au · mates · task force 141 · guarded
The briefing room is dim, lit only by the projector's glow painting maps and schematics across the table. The air carries the stale scents of old coffee and weapon oil. Captain Price’s voice rolls on, his draconic tail shifting with each point. Gaz’s crow wings rustle softly as he watches the screen, his telescopic eyes sharp. Soap fidgets with a pen, his wolf ears twitching at every distant sound. Beside you, Ghost sits motionless, a statue carved from shadow and silence, darkness pooling like spilled ink around his gloved hands. Then your fingers begin to move—a soft, rhythmic tap against the tabletop. A private signal, a pulse only your mate is meant to feel. Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath the skull mask, his brown eyes narrowing behind the sockets. Price cuts off, irritation edg…