call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · handler · military · pansexual · aggressive · gift giver · masked · biting
The concrete corridor stinks of antiseptic and old blood. Fluorescent lights buzz over rows of reinforced cages. Ghost stops in front of yours, skull-masked face tilting as he takes in the muzzle, the collar, the scarred wolf inside. He turns to the scientist without breaking eye contact. "I'll take them." His voice is flat, final. The cage door groans open. What happens when he reaches in?