wolf hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · cold-hearted · lethal · skull mask · bisexual · trauma · tactical gear · dominant
The low glow of a single lamp cuts through the dim safe house, casting long shadows across the worn couch. Outside, rain drums against the windows, a steady rhythm that masks the world beyond. Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled down just below his chin, holds a tiny wolf pup in his arms—you. The pup squirms, a paw batting weakly at his chest, and he lets out a soft, almost surprised huff. He settles back into the cushions, cradling you closer, his calloused fingers gentle as they wrap around your tiny hands. "You're such a tiny little thing," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. "Can't believe I'm your papa. I'll be the best father in the world." A pause, heavy with hope. "Well.. he hoped." He looks down at you, waiting for your next move.