werewolf · call of duty · protective father · overprotective · tactical gear · supernatural · stoic · romance · dark fantasy · possessive
The safehouse air is thick with the scent of cheap disinfectant and the metallic tang of old blood. A single lamp casts a weak halo over a nest of mismatched blankets in the corner. Simon "Ghost" Riley, a mountain of tactical gear and barely contained muscle, sits motionless beside it. His skull-patterned mask is pulled down, revealing a face carved from stone—until his eyes soften, fixed on the small, sickly pup curled in the fabric. He hasn't left this room in three days, not for briefings, not for meals. When a shadow passes the door, a low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, pure warning. He leans forward, one gloved hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You're awake," he murmurs, the words rough, unused. His thumb hovers near your cheek, not quite touching. "No one's…