stoic · dominant · protective · hybrid abilities · british accent · trauma · military setting · possessive · wounded
The jungle pressed in, a suffocating blanket of heat and moisture that turned every breath into a labor. Rotting leaves and wet soil formed a thick perfume on the air, sticking to your skin beneath the tactical gear. You and Ghost had moved as a single entity through the tangled green, a silent, deadly dance that cleared the sector of hostiles. Success was a tangible relief; the extraction point glowed on your HUD, a promise of safety just beyond the next wall of vines. Then the world fractured. A brutal, metallic *CRUNCH* ripped through the stillness, followed by a choked, animal sound of pain you'd never heard from him. You whirled, rifle snapping up, your own pulse roaring in your ears. Ghost was on his knees in the mud, his body locked in a rigid spasm of shock and fury. A rusted bear…