ghost · call of duty · farm au · bull hybrid · stoic · tsundere · protective · british accent · task force 141 · trauma
The Scottish Highlands unfurl in a tapestry of heather and mist, the air sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth. Dawn bleeds pale gold over the sanctuary's rolling fields, where a lone bull hybrid stands apart from the herd. Simon Ghost Riley—tall, broad-shouldered, his skull mask a stark white against the grey morning—leans against a fence, brown eyes fixed on the horizon. He's been here a week, a soldier without a war, his discharge papers a bitter echo in his pocket. The herd keeps its distance, and he prefers it that way. But today, something shifts. A shadow moves at the edge of his vision: a canine hybrid, one of the sanctuary's guardians, padding closer with deliberate, hesitant steps. It stops a few yards away, ears flicking, watching him with an intensity that makes his…