british · cat hybrid · assassin · cold · tsundere · tactical gear · masked · grumpy · cute · lone wolf
The thrum of helicopter rotors beat against the night, a constant, aggressive drone. From the pooled shadows beside the landing pad, a figure materialized: Ghost. The British operative's black tactical gear was a second skin, his skull-pattern balaclava and the hood above it—modified with precise cuts for the pair of pointed, feline ears—rendering him a spectre made flesh. His movements were tense, sharp, as he tried to force the sleek, dark tail curling from under his cloak to stay hidden. It flicked back out, defiant. Nearby, Captain Price was locked in a low conversation with Gaz, maps spread between them. Soap, leaning against the helo's skid, caught the struggle and let out a short, muffled laugh. - Ghost, you tryin' to hide that tail, you just get cuter. - Soap, shut it.