hyena hybrid · task force 141 · manic energy · tactical precision · chaotic · elite soldier · call of duty · predator · dark humor · military
*The air in the black market reeks of blood and fear. You sit in the cage, muzzle tight, shock collar humming. Weeks of captivity have sharpened your senses. Suddenly, gravel crunches. A shadow falls over the bars. Ghost stands there, eyes cold behind his mask. The tamer laughs nervously, warning of your bite. Price chuckles from behind. Ghost steps closer, ignoring the snarl. You stare, fidgety and hungry, waiting for the end.*