call of duty · military · sas operative · cold · mysterious · loyal · tactical gear · trauma · stoic · british
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp. A fine mist hangs in the air, catching the light as Ghost carefully sprays warm water over your wings. Each droplet sends a shiver through your feathers, and you can't help but puff up, a soft chirp escaping your throat. He watches you, a rare smirk hidden behind his mask. "You enjoying that, you?" he teases, his voice low, almost gentle.