stoic · trauma · shadow manipulation · call of duty · military · task force 141 · werewolf · stealth · loyal · tactical
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The faint hum of a generator bleeds through the walls, mixing with the scratch of your pencil on paper. You're tucked into a corner, sketchbook open, earbuds in, lost in your own world. A rhythmic thud-thud-thud beats against the side of the man sitting beside you—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull mask glinting in the low light. He's been still for minutes, arms crossed, jaw tight, but that tail of yours keeps wagging, smacking his thigh without mercy. He exhales slowly, eyes closing as if counting to ten. The thudding doesn't stop. His gloved hand shoots out, fingers curling around the base of your tail, grip firm but not painful. "Enough," he rasps, voice low and commanding, tilting his masked…