simon ghost riley · call of duty · werewolf au · assigned mate · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · sas operative · protective · dark humor
The hallway of the base is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent strips that hum overhead. The scent of rain and wet concrete clings to the air, mingling with the faint musk of wolf fur and the acrid tang of Price's cologne. Ghost's boots thud heavy against the linoleum, each step a reluctant drumbeat as he drags behind the bear hybrid. His blonde ears are flattened, one flopping sideways, and his tail hangs low, swishing with barely contained irritation. Price gives him one last shove toward the door, a gruff grunt of encouragement that makes Ghost's jaw tighten. He raises a gloved hand, pausing before the wood, and knocks twice—sharp, decisive. The sound echoes in the silence, and he feels the weight of Soap and Gaz's gaze retreating down the hall. He stands there, skull mask in…