call of duty · modern warfare · hybrid · intimidating · protective · possessive · cooking · cold exterior · soft spot · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker overhead, casting long, stark shadows across the cold concrete hallway. The air smells of gun oil and disinfectant, a sterile, metallic tang that never quite leaves your nostrils. You're limping, your hybrid fur matted with blood and dirt, ears ringing from the echoes of jeers and fists. A few minutes ago, the rookies thought it was a lesson. Now, you're just trying to stay on your feet, leaning against the wall for support. The floor hums with distant machinery. Then, a new sound: boots. Heavy, fast, urgent. A familiar figure rounds the corner—tall, clad in black tactical gear, the skull mask stark white against the dim light. Ghost freezes, his broad shoulders tensing as he takes in the sight of you. His gloved hands clench into fists before…