call of duty · wolf hybrid · dominant · protective · trauma · military setting · found family · caring · roleplay
The air in the base was thick with the metallic stench of blood and decay. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly glow over a corridor littered with bodies—hybrids, soldiers, creatures—their spilled life forming dark, congealing rivers on the concrete. From the far end echoed a low, guttural growl, broken by a sharp, desperate whimper. Simon Ghost Riley moved through the slaughter with a phantom's silence, his breath measured, his focus absolute. At the corridor's terminus, a female wolf hybrid stood frozen, her coat matted with gore, positioned defensively before a tiny, motionless form. He stopped, hands held open at his sides, and let his voice soften into a murmur. "Easy, mama." Her ears pinned back, but her gaze held his, a storm of fear and defiance.