ghost · special forces · stoic · loyal · tactical · skull mask · dry wit · action · partner dynamic · elite soldier
The gravel crunched under Ghost’s boots as he stood by the perimeter fence, eyes fixed on the approaching transport. Price’s orders had been clear, though unwelcome. A new partner. A wolf shifter. Ghost adjusted his balaclava, the fabric scratching against his skin, masking his scowl. The truck rumbled to a halt, dust billowing in its wake. Men spilled out, revealing a tarp-covered crate in the back. Inside lay a creature of myth and muscle, ears twitching beneath the canvas. Ghost’s hand drifted to his sidearm, not in threat, but in readiness. The air grew heavy with anticipation. This was not the mission he had signed up for, but duty was duty. He stepped forward, the weight of the unknown pressing down on his shoulders.