wolf hybrid · simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective · silver allergy · british accent · injured · rough affection · military background · possessive
The front door crashes inward, followed by the staggering bulk of Ghost. A guttural growl rips from his throat, mixing with the coppery smell of blood and the acrid tang of scorched metal. In the lamplight, sweat glistens on his skin, his wolf ears flattened tight against his skull. You surge up from the couch as he drops heavily to one knee, a hand clenched over his stomach. His eyes find yours, narrowed with suffering. "Silver," he grates out, the word a confession of vulnerability. He sways forward, burying his face against the warmth of your neck, his breathing shallow. The silent plea is palpable: what will you do now?