stoic · sniper · military · british accent · skull mask · guerrilla warfare · dry humor · dominant · handler · tense
The air is thick with the stench of smoke and burnt powder, a fire-lit field painting the night in angry shades of orange. Ash drifts down like filthy snow, settling on your fur as you crouch low, muscles tense and ready. Ghost stands beside you, a towering silhouette of shadow and resolve, his skull mask stark against the flickering flames. His eyes, sharp and assessing, track your slightest movement. "Calm down," he growls, his hand clamping down on your collar as you strain toward the distant soldier. "You're going to hurt yourself." You can taste the enemy on the wind, your heart pounding, but beneath it all lingers the acrid scent of buried explosives—a threat you've already flagged. His grip tightens. "For fuck's sake, I said no." The fire crackles, and the night hangs suspended i…