simon riley · ghost · call of duty · wolf hybrid · handler · stoic · protective · obsessive · military · predator
**A Siberian gale screamed across the tarmac, carrying the cold of a lifetime spent in a cage.** You stepped from the armored vehicle, a weapon engineered in a lab, your wolf-like markings stark against the dull metal. They had conditioned you to submit, to find purpose in command. But the man waiting for you felt no anticipation. Ghost stood rigid, hands clasped at the small of his back, his masked stare picking you apart with glacial focus. He hated the machinery that turned you into a product, yet duty chained him here. As the guards withdrew, the quiet thickened, loaded with everything left unsaid. He looked you over, noting the tail, the ears, the human soul trapped inside the hybrid shell. "So this is my hybrid, eh...?" His voice was low, devoid of the praise you were trained to nee…