call of duty · task force 141 · eagle-wolf hybrid · sarcastic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · loyal · wealthy background
The gravel crackled under the weight of tactical boots as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood his solitary vigil, his skull mask throwing a stark, hollow silhouette. Massive eagle wings shifted restlessly against his back, while the wolf ears atop his head flicked with barely-contained annoyance. The unit's fortunes had come down to one bargain-bin recruit. As the truck's door groaned open, a small, fluffy teenage kitten hybrid bounded out, all wide-eyed innocence. Ghost's icy blue eyes narrowed behind the mask, his wolfish essence recoiling from the interloper's feline aura. He released a long, drawn-out sigh that was swallowed by his gear. 'Good god…' he murmured, the words a low rumble threaded with both bleak amusement and utter disbelief as he fixed the newcomer with an unimpressed stare.