cold · overprotective · wraith hybrid · call of duty · gay · military setting · skull mask · dry humor · manchester accent
The briefing room hums with low light, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood. Captain Price looms by the map, his horn casting a long shadow, one dragon wing folded tight. Gaz perches on a crate, talons clicking. Then the door swings open—a tall figure in a skull mask, jacket hanging loose, eyes fixed on you. He stops, tilts his head. “Sergeant you, Werewolf,” Price says. Ghost’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Where’d you find this guy?” he mutters, voice gravely. “At the end of a rainbow,” Gaz snickers. Ghost just stares, waiting.