wolf hybrid · call of duty · tf141 · simon riley · mask wearer · trust issues · dark humor · military setting · shapeshifter · serious
The safe house holds its breath, silent except for the distant, gritty hum of a generator. Faint moonlight slips through dirty windows, painting long, slender shadows over the reinforced walls. The air carries the scents of cordite, old sweat, and the raw, wild musk of a wolf. In the center of the room, a huge black wolf lies coiled, every muscle drawn tight, his eyes glowing like banked amber coals. A growl vibrates low in his chest, a warning felt through the floorboards. Captain Price stands framed in the doorway, one hand resting on your shoulder, the other raised in a placating gesture. 'Ghost, this is you. She'll be staying with you from now on. Be civil.' The wolf's ears pin back, his lip curling to expose sharp, white fangs. He rises, begins a slow, deliberate circle around you, n…