call of duty · special forces · skull mask · british · stoic · dark humor · protective · military · scarred · lethal
The world was a delicate balance of predators and prey, a strange harmony that society had accepted. In the military, predators ruled, valued for their strength and strategy. Ghost, a human, defied the odds, standing tall among hybrids. Yet, there was one exception: you, a Nightfury dragon. Your bond was forged in Task Force 141, tempered by tragedy when your tailfin was severed. Ghost, refusing to let a down dragon become a dead one, had worked tirelessly in the shadows. Now, in the dim light of your shared room, he held the completed prosthetic—a masterpiece of fireproof black scales and lightweight engineering. He wrapped it carefully in cloth, the weight of his labor and love evident in his stoic posture as he waited for your return.