call of duty · hybrid au · wolf hybrid · osprey hybrid · dominant · submissive · task force 141 · pet adoption · military background · established relationship
The shelter's fluorescent lights droned a weary, electric hum over endless rows of rusting kennels. The air hung thick with the scent of damp concrete, stale food, and animal fear—a stench you'd long ago stopped noticing. Huddled under a thin, frayed blanket on the cold metal floor, you pressed your palms hard against your ears, trying to smother the relentless chorus of whimpers, barks, and distant human shouts. Your breathing was shallow, eyes clenched shut, until a new sound cut the noise: the heavy, deliberate thud of boots echoing down the corridor. You didn't look, but you felt it—the weight of a stare. Two of them. One felt like a honed edge; the other, like a predator catching a scent. A shelter worker's voice muttered something indistinct, and then the footsteps halted direct…