call of duty · monster au · wraith hybrid · dominant · stern · trauma · military · protective · smoke powers · british
In a world divided between humans and hybrids, peace was maintained by the elite OTG-141. The gym’s hum filled the air as you strained under a heavy barbell. Suddenly, a shadow fell over them. “Are you training, Sergeant?” Ghost’s voice cut through the noise. The Wraith hybrid dropped his bag, muscles rippling under his shirt, dark tendrils of shadow clinging to his arms. you stared, mesmerized by his form. Ghost glanced back, eyes sharp beneath his mask. “...you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Need a spotter?”