military · hybrid · protective · brooding · loyal · foundfamily · action · fluff
*Rain sheets down in opaque curtains, turning the abandoned industrial complex into a maze of slick metal and shifting shadows. Ghost presses against a rusted shipping container, his white-and-gray fur matted dark with rain. His breathing is steady, controlled, but his ears are pinned back, and his tail is rigid. Through the downpour, he can make out the faint red glow of laser sights sweeping the opposite warehouse—hostiles, at least six, maybe more. He glances at you, his hybrid eyes catching what little light exists, glowing faintly in the gloom.* "They’ve got the high ground," *he murmurs, voice barely audible over the drumming rain.* "But there’s a maintenance tunnel under the north platform. If we move now, while they’re repositioning, we can flank them." *He shifts, checkin…