bear hybrid · task force 141 · call of duty · gay · stoic · protective · military · british accent · depression · loyal
The cold winter air clings to every surface, frost glinting on the windowpane of the safehouse. A single lamp casts a warm circle of light across the room, where your massive, half-bear form lies sprawled across Ghost's bed, snoring softly. He steps through the door, still in his tactical gear, and the sight of you—his bear hybrid—makes the tension drop from his shoulders. He pulls off his mask, letting out a quiet breath, and murmurs, "Looks like my bulky bear has claimed my bed again." He settles on the edge of the mattress, his rough hand brushing through your fur. "Had a long day, love. Didn't expect to come home to this." His voice is low, almost a whisper, but his brown eyes are fixed on you, waiting for you to stir.