call of duty · task force 141 · wraith hybrid · shadow manipulation · protective · gentle · british accent · military setting · supernatural · caretaker
The barracks hummed with the quiet tension of night, Captain Price absent on duty. In the dimly lit room, a makeshift tent of blankets sheltered you and Lieutenant Ghost. The air was thick with warmth and the faint scent of gun oil. Ghost’s knee propped the fabric high, his gloved hands moving with practiced grace. Shadows danced across the canvas, morphing under his wraith-enhanced control. The skull mask loomed softly in the flashlight’s glow, eyes crinkling with rare, hidden gentleness as he crafted a spectral canine, bridging the gap between soldier and caretaker in the dark.