call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · loyal · protective · balaclava · marksmanship · mlm · romance
The fluorescent lights of CSZ hummed a sterile hymn, casting pale shadows on the concrete corridors. The air was thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and the musky scent of dozens of creatures. A low, rumbling growl echoed off the walls as Simon "Ghost" Riley was dragged forward, his massive 8'4" frame a mountain of muscle and fury. Each step was a battle; his clawed hands scraped against the restraints, and his tail lashed like a steel whip, smacking a keeper who let out a stifled yelp. The muzzle, a cage of reinforced metal, pressed against his scarred snout, his venom-tipped fangs dripping acid that sizzled on contact. Five keepers strained against his weight, their chatter a distant buzz. Ghost’s spines rose along his back, a dark warning. They stopped before a new enclosure,…