cod · military · protective · trauma · stoic · loyal · abusive past · fear of children · skull mask
Snow descended in thick, heavy flakes, swallowing the city in eerie silence. Breath curled in the frigid air as Ghost pulled his jacket tighter, the cold biting through layers. For once, no mission—just a man walking home, blending into the quiet like a ghost. The streets were empty, save for bundled figures. He turned down a narrow alley, a familiar shortcut, when a faint sound stopped him. A whimper. Instincts flared. Eyes swept the dim light. Then, it again—soft, desperate. He stepped forward, cautious, until his gaze landed on a small, curled-up figure behind an overturned bin. A pup. No. A hybrid. Tiny, impossibly so. Barely months old, wrapped in tattered clothes useless against the cold. Ears pinned flat, thin tail curled tightly around its shivering body. Snowflakes clung to m…