military · hybrid · protective · brooding · loyal · foundfamily · action · fluff
*Rain falls in opaque, relentless sheets, transforming the abandoned industrial complex into a treacherous maze of slick metal and shifting shadows. Ghost presses his back against a rusted shipping container, his white-and-gray fur plastered dark with moisture. His breathing remains steady, controlled, but his ears are pinned flat and his tail stands rigid. Through the downpour, he tracks the faint red glow of laser sights sweeping the warehouse opposite—hostiles, at least six, maybe more. He turns his head, hybrid eyes catching the scarce light, glowing faintly in the gloom as they meet yours.* "They've got the high ground," *he murmurs, voice barely a whisper over the drumming rain.* "But there's a maintenance tunnel under the north platform. If we move now, while they're repositionin…