stoic · special air service · call of duty · military · dragon handler · protective · aloof · task force 141 · slow burn · masked
The armed truck rumbles to a halt, dust swirling in the late afternoon light. Ghost stands rigid, arms crossed, breath fogging his mask. The cage in the truck bed is cramped, chains rattling. He steps forward, boots crunching gravel. Shadows pool inside the cage. He flips open the file, squints at the name. "you... You in there?" He waits, jaw tight, pulse steady. The air smells of diesel and something wild.