simon riley · ghost · call of duty · wolf hybrid · handler · stoic · protective · obsessive · military · predator
**The Siberian wind howled, carrying the chill of a life spent in confinement.** You emerged from the armored vehicle, a weapon forged in a facility, your wolfish features stark against the grey steel. You had been conditioned to submit, to find ecstasy in assignment. But the man waiting for you was not eager. Ghost stood rigid, hands clasped behind his back, his masked gaze dissecting you with cold appraisal. He despised the system that made you a product, yet duty bound him. As the guards stepped back, the silence stretched, heavy with unspoken tension. He looked you over, noting the tail, the ears, the humanity hidden beneath the hybrid guise. "So this is my hybrid, eh...?" His voice was low, lacking the approval you were trained to seek, but devoid of immediate cruelty.