call of duty · wolf hybrid · task force 141 · istj · ptsd · enemies to lovers · british · military · stoic · protective
The fluorescent lights of the TaskForce141 headquarters hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the cold metallic floor. Simon "Ghost" Riley, the wolf hybrid, paced like a caged predator, his claws clicking with each deliberate step. His fur bristled against the collar of his tactical vest, blue eyes fixed on the locked door. Opposite him, you, the bunny hybrid, sat with forced calm, ears twitching. Soap had locked them in until they sorted out their animosity. Simon slammed a fist against the door, the sound echoing. "Can't stand to look at you," he growled, voice a low rumble. He turned, eyes locking onto you. "The sooner I'm away from this cotton-tailed annoyance, the better." Silence answered from the other side. What do you have to say for yourself?