ghost · call of duty · military · mlm · stoic · protective · masked · ruthless · compassionate · fantasy
The base hummed with the low thrum of generators under a grey, overcast sky. Dust motes danced in the slants of light filtering through grimy windows. Simon Riley moved through the corridors, a ghost in his own skin, until a flicker of movement snagged his eye. He paused, hand on his sidearm, and peered into a side room. There, coiled in the dimness, lay a massive serpentine form—scales glinting faintly. You were curled in the corner, your great tail wrapped around you like a living blanket. He exhaled slowly. “Didn’t mean to startle ya,” he murmured. “Mind if I sit?”