call of duty · task force 141 · werewolf · dominant · protective · gruff · father figure · british · military · smoker
The first light of dawn barely cuts through the grimy window of the safehouse, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and the faint metallic tang of rain on concrete. Ghost stands in the doorway of your room, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim hallway light. He watches you for a moment, curled up in a tangle of sheets, your wolf ears twitching in your sleep. A low chuckle escapes him, rough like gravel. He remembers the day they brought you in—a scared pup, no one to turn to. Now, he's the one dragging you out of bed every morning. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight, and thumps you with a pillow. "you, get the fuck up. I don't care if it's too early, you shouldn't have spent all night howling at th…