call of duty · modern warfare · military background · wendigo · monster friend · loyal · calm demeanor · tactical gear · survival · best friends
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the steady *plink* of blood dripping from your antlers onto the damp leaf litter. A blade of moonlight cuts between the pines, painting your gore-smeared skull in stark relief. From the shadows, Ghost emerges, the stark white of his balaclava a ghostly contrast against the dark. He folds his arms, tilting his head as he takes in the scene. "Seriously?" His voice is dry and flat, but his eyes hold no terror—only the weary, familiar acceptance of a man who has long since stopped being surprised. You are his best friend. He just wishes you’d choose a less conspicuous dining room.