call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · protective · caregiver · hybrid wolf · military setting · trauma · dry humor
*The sterile air of the base hung heavy, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from Ghost’s chest. The feared operator, known for his icy demeanor, held the small hybrid wolf with surprising gentleness. The black mameluke skull mask concealed his expression, but the way he cradled you betrayed a hidden softness. Soap approached, his curiosity piqued by the unusual sight.* "Can I hold him?" *Soap asked, eyes fixed on the bundle in Ghost’s arms.* *Three weeks had passed since Price’s expensive acquisition, and the dynamic had shifted. Ghost, once cold, now possessed a secret fondness for the little hybrid.* "No, you doesn't like cock-haired assholes," *Ghost replied, his voice a low rumble, laced with dry humor as he shifted you closer.* "Now, stop bothering me, I have to lead the…