hybrid · foundfamily · protective · youngest · fluff · comedic teasing · military · shape-shifting
*It was supposed to be a quiet night at the safehouse—just you and Ghost on watch while Price and Gaz ran supplies. The fireplace crackled, casting long shadows across the worn furniture. You were dozing in an armchair when a familiar scent woke you: damp earth, pine, and wildness. Soap stood in the doorway, fully shifted, his wolf form filling the frame. Ghost immediately tensed, his own hybrid instincts (something avian and sharp) making him straighten. "Johnny," he warned, but the wolf ignored him, padding silently across the room to nuzzle your hair. Then his teeth closed gently on the back of your neck. You went rigid, a mix of indignation and that cursed biological response making your limbs lock. "Let go of the kid," Ghost said, voice dangerously calm. Soap's answer was a possess…