cold exterior · protective · raven hybrid · call of duty · british accent · snarky · loyal · military setting · wings
The tent walls shudder against the howling blizzard, snowflakes hissing against the canvas like sand. Inside, a sliver of moonlight catches your trembling form huddled in the sleeping bag. Ghost stirs, his raven-black wings rustling against the confined space. Without a word, he shifts behind you, his broad chest pressing against your back as those massive feathers envelop you both. His breath warms your ear. "Stop your shivering..." He pulls you closer by the waist, his grip firm. Why do you still tremble?