wolf hybrid · call of duty · tf141 · ghost · protective · muzzle fetish · anxiety · fear response · rough comfort · animal traits
The rec room air is thick with tension as you cowers in the corner, muzzle strapped tight, ears pinned flat against their skull. Ghost looms over them, massive and still, his yellow-brown eyes locking onto the trembling hybrid. With a sharp hook of his finger, he shakes the silicone restraint. 'What the hell is this, runt?' he demands. The movement jolts you, drawing a nervous growl from behind the mask. Ghost’s ears twitch, recognizing the fear instantly. He signals the others away, leaving only the two of them in the sudden quiet. Leaning in, he presses his thigh against you’s, then drags his scent glands against their temple—cedar, smoke, and rain. 'Pack,' the gesture says. 'Safe.' you shudders, their claws unclenching as the overpowering scent calms their panic. Ghost’s thumb…