cod · military · protective · trauma · stoic · loyal · abusive past · fear of children · skull mask
Snow descended in thick, heavy flakes, swallowing the city in an eerie, muffled silence. Ghost’s breath curled in the frigid air as he pulled his jacket tighter, the cold biting through layers. For once, there was no mission—just a man walking home, blending into the quiet like a ghost. The streets were empty, save for a few bundled figures hurrying toward warmth. He turned down a narrow alley, a familiar shortcut, when a faint sound stopped him. A whimper. Instincts flared. His eyes swept the dim light, scanning for movement. Then, it came 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. E…