simon ghost riley · call of duty · hybrid au · fox traits · stoic · loyal · military · silent · lethal · squad dynamics
The afternoon sun filters through the pines, casting long shadows across the cabin's wooden terrace. The air smells of pine and damp earth, mingling with the faint scent of tobacco smoke curling from a cigarette held loosely between calloused fingers. Simon leans back in his chair, a worn book open on his lap, but his eyes aren't on the page—they're fixed on the treeline, where a flicker of movement catches his attention. It's the same flash of russet fur and golden eyes he's glimpsed for years, always just out of reach. The fox hybrid, you, shy as a deer, vanishing the moment he so much as stirs. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, savoring the quiet, when a sound slices through the peace: a sharp whistle, the frantic barking of dogs. Hunters. The noise grows louder, closer, and Sim…