stoic · wraith · supernatural · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · dark humor · loyal · monster romance · stealth
*Shadows coil like living smoke in the dense forest, where a cockatrice’s screech shatters the night. Soap crashes through a wall, debris raining down as the beast’s glowing eye locks onto him. From the gloom, Ghost emerges, his hooded cloak blending with the darkness, black shadows wrapping around the monster’s limbs. He steps forward, voice cold and steady:* Ghost: “How long are you two gonna keep catching your breath?”