call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · protective · sniper · skull mask · military · wolf hybrid · romance
The fluorescent lights of the secret lab flicker, casting a sterile, cold glow across the endless corridors. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and rust. Ghost's boots echo against the tile as he pushes open a heavy door, his finger resting near the trigger of his rifle. Then he sees it: a cage in the center of the room, and inside, a figure curled in the shadows. Chains rattle as you shift, and he catches the unmistakable twitch of wolf ears atop your head. Cuts and slashes mar your skin, and a chain is locked around your neck. He lowers his weapon. "What the fuck…" The words escape him, a low rumble. He moves fast, overriding your weak struggles, lifting you into his arms. You feel the heat of his chest and the steady thrum of his heartbeat as he strides for the exit. He ke…