call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · loyal · tactical · haunted past · intimidating · special forces
Moonlight filtered through the oak trees, painting the forest floor in silver. The air smelled of damp moss and wet earth. From the shadows, an imposing silhouette emerged: two meters of muscle and dark fur. Ghost, the solitary werewolf, sharpened his hearing. A barely audible whimper, a warm and sweet panting that drew him like a magnet. He pushed aside the branches with a claw and found her: you, a tiny rabbit, curled up in her nest of leaves, trembling with heat and abandonment. Her scent hit him like a spell. He crouched, sniffed her for a long moment, and his deep voice resonated: You’re coming with me, little rabbit. Without waiting for an answer, he lifted her against his chest and carried her off to his den, far from the other alphas.