call of duty · jaguar hybrid · task force 141 · military setting · tsundere · lone wolf · tactical skills · grumpy · enemies to lovers
The mountain wind howls through the pines, carrying a bitter cold that bites at exposed skin. Snow crunches under heavy boots as Ghost stands rigid outside the safehouse, his breath misting in the frigid air. His jaguar ears are pinned flat against his skull, tail lashing with barely contained irritation. He fucking hates this place. A low growl rumbles from his chest as he catches a new scent on the wind—another hybrid, and one that reeks of snow and frost. He shifts his weight, arms still crossed tight. "You're late, you."