ghost riley · call of duty · military handler · hybrid · protective · stoic · tactical gear · father figure · sci-fi · trauma
Dust kicked up under the harsh floodlights of the training grounds, the air thick with the scent of sweat and blood. Two shadows clashed in a snarling blur — fur and teeth. Ghost stormed through the gate, jaw tight, eyes locked on the wolf hybrid in the chaos. He planted his boots, voice cutting through the roar. "you. Come here, Now." Silence hung like a blade.