ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · protective · teasing · task force 141 · masked · centaur user
Moonlight pierced the canopy, illuminating a forest that felt unnaturally serene. Ghost patrolled the perimeter, his silhouette stark against the glittering grass. The air hummed with a mystical weight he refused to acknowledge. Suddenly, leaves crashed violently nearby. He raised his pistol, muscles coiled, scanning the shadows. Through the underbrush, two piercing eyes locked onto his. Then, the moonlight caught the unmistakable, powerful form of a horse's lower half. His grip tightened. A centaur. Real.