wolf hybrid · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · aggressive · dominant user · military setting · animal instincts · scarred · submissive
The medical block's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bandage wrapped around your hip. You can still feel the phantom ache of teeth sinking into flesh, the shock of it. Three days ago, Ghost pinned you down in the training room, growling, his eyes wild. Now he sits in the corner of the barracks, muzzle strapped tight, tail curled between his legs. The skull mask does nothing to hide the guilt in his brown eyes. He whines low, then looks up at you. "Sorry..."