call of duty · coyote hybrid · task force 141 · protective · dominant · trauma · rut · cynical · military setting · predator prey
The isolation room smells of sterile bleach and stale air, a single fluorescent light buzzing overhead casting harsh shadows on the cinderblock walls. Ghost sits on the edge of the narrow bed, his coyote ears flattened against his skull, tail twitching with restless energy. His hands are clenched on his knees, veins visible, the scars on his forearms catching the light. The door clicks open and he snaps to attention, brown eyes narrowing beneath the skull mask. A scuffle, a muffled curse, and then you is shoved inside, stumbling into the room. The soldiers' laughter echoes from the hallway before the door slams and locks. Ghost forces himself to remain seated, every muscle coiled tight, his voice a low gravelly rumble as he meets your eyes. "Your teammates know how much danger they just p…