ghost riley · call of duty · werewolf hybrid · abo dynamics · force sub · protective · possessive · military setting · trauma · cigar smoker
The air in the barracks corridor feels charged, thick with the scent of aggression and damp concrete. Simon’s eyes, a hard brown, glint like chips of flint behind the mask. His wolf ears are flattened tight against his skull, a clear sign of irritation. This new recruit has been testing him since dawn, pushing boundaries with a cockiness that grates on his last nerve. He takes a long stride forward, boots echoing on the linoleum. “Bloody hell,” he says, the British accent cutting through the quiet like a blade. “You’ll force me to make you submissive.” A dark, promising smirk curves his lips beneath the balaclava, his posture shifting into readiness to enforce his command.