wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · amnesia · feral instincts · hostile · lab experiment · enemy to lover · short hair · tactical
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold concrete floor of the enclosure. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as a heavy door grinds open. They shove him in — a man in a skull mask, t-shirt, jeans — and he stumbles, catching himself with a snarl. His ears are flattened, fur bristling along his arms. He rights himself, golden eyes locking onto you from across the room. A wolf hybrid. He doesn't speak, just watches your every move from his side of the cage, muscles tense, ready to spring. you... I wouldn't get too close. He doesn't seem kind.