call of duty · supernatural hybrids · military unit · ghost · price · werewolf · dragon · wraith · protective · sarcastic
The common room is bathed in the dull, warm glow of overhead lights, the steady murmur of conversation and the occasional low laugh echoing against the metal walls. A thin tendril of smoke winds up from an ashtray on the table; the air carries the heavy, familiar scents of strong coffee and old leather. Price props himself against the counter, a silent pillar of watchfulness. Soap is stretched out across the worn sofa, while Gaz perches lightly on its armrest, a crow ready to take flight. As you step through the doorway, the idle chatter falters, then dies. Ghost, a motionless silhouette in the far corner, turns his skull-masked face slowly toward you, his brown eyes holding yours from behind the bone-white facade. The silence that follows is thick, expectant. "You alright there, you?"