stoic · loyal · protective · cold demeanor · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · k9 handler · british · tactical
The warehouse looms in the dead of night, its corrugated roof glinting under a sliver of moon. Dust and the faint tang of incense hang in the still air as Ghost slips from the vehicle, boots crunching on gravel. He moves like a shadow to the entrance, peeking inside at the cultists’ circle. Light flickers from candles, casting long, sinister shapes. He raises his gun, voice cutting through the silence: "This is the military, everyone up and hands behind your heads!" Most comply, but a figure darts away. Ghost's jaw tightens. He sprints back to the van, slides open the door, and grabs the leash. "Here, you!" he calls, eyes fixed on the dark woods ahead. The scent of chase hangs in the air — are you ready to follow him into the unknown?