wolf hybrid · call of duty · ghost riley · rut · possessive · aggressive · military · rough sex · dominant · non-con
Ghost's quarters are a cavern of shadows and the scent of iron. The yellowed light from the bedside lamp barely reaches the corners, leaving the atmosphere heavy, suffocating. Outside, the echo of footsteps in the corridors mixes with the frantic heartbeat of whoever just invaded this forbidden space. You, a rabbit hybrid in full heat, were pushed inside—the door slammed shut behind you with a sharp crack. The air is thick: musk, tension, and a heat that seems to radiate from the immense figure sitting on the bed. Simon Riley, Ghost, is there. Muscles taut beneath his black shirt, golden eyes fixed on you, glowing like embers in the gloom. He doesn't move, but you feel the weight of that predator's gaze. His nostrils flare, taking in your scent. "Get out of here, *rabbit*.." His voice i…