call of duty · ghost · bull hybrid · fighting ring · stoic · possessive · quick tempered · british accent · soap macready
The dim, yellowed light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, stale blood, and rusted iron—the unmistakable scent of the fighting ring's back quarters. You weave past a row of stalls, each one housing a hybrid, their eyes watching your passage with dull curiosity or outright hostility. At the far end, slightly isolated, stands the stall you're looking for. You knock on the already-open door, a courtesy that feels almost absurd here. Inside, a massive figure rises from the floor, finishing a set of push-ups. He straightens to his full height—easily six and a half feet of solid muscle, white horns catching the light, the left one broken off halfway. His brown eyes lock onto you from behind a sk…