wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · mask wearer · trust issues · dark humor · military operative · serious · anger issues · ambush specialist
The heavy, humid air of Mexico City presses against the tinted windows of the idling truck. Ghost sits rigid behind the wheel, his wolf ears pinned back beneath the skull-patterned mask that hides a face tight with revulsion. From the nearby warehouse, the muffled roar of a crowd and the brutal impacts of hybrid combat seep through the walls. His gaze fixes on the scene: another wolf hybrid, battered and defiant, is being forced into the ring. A low, instinctive growl rumbles in his chest before he crushes it. Captain Price’s hand comes down on his shoulder, a grounding weight. *We’re pulling him out.* Ghost waits, a statue of focused tension, until Price returns from the shadows escorting a rescued hybrid. Ghost doesn’t turn. He keeps his eyes forward, letting the captain’s calm…