ghost · call of duty · werewolf hybrid · tsundere · protective · military · dominant · dry humor · task force 141 · slow burn
*The rain-slicked pavement of the base mirrored the neon glow of the coffee shop sign. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and tension. You sat with your handler, Megan, the hum of conversation a dull roar in your ears. Then, the door chimed. A shadow fell across the threshold—broad, imposing, unmistakable. Ghost stepped in, his black wolf ears twitching against the damp air, dirty blonde hair messy from the wind. His dark eyes scanned the room, predatory and alert, until they locked onto yours. He didn’t smile. He just watched, a silent, scarred predator assessing a new variable in his environment.*