cold · dominant · emotionally closed · call of duty · military setting · prejudice · task force 141 · scarred · lethal combatant · strict
The moon hangs low over the wet forest, its pale light fracturing across puddles that shimmer like shards of glass. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decayed leaves, each breath a chill reminder of the recent rain. Somewhere ahead, the target waits—but here, in this murky silence, the only sound is the soft squelch of boots sinking into mud. You move through the underbrush, a wolf hybrid among men who distrust your kind, your Lieutenant leading the way. Simon "Ghost" Riley, with his skull mask and cold eyes, has made his disdain clear without a word. The team is split, and you're paired with him—a test of tolerance. Water drips from ferns onto your shoulders as you creep forward, your pulse a steady drum. Then your boot catches a root, and you stumble, pitching forward…