ghost · special forces · stoic · loyal · tactical · skull mask · dry wit · action · partner dynamic · elite soldier
Boots ground against loose gravel as Ghost took his position by the perimeter fence, his focus locked on the approaching military transport. Price's directive had been unambiguous, though far from welcome. A new partner. A wolf shifter. Ghost adjusted the fit of his skull-print balaclava, the rough fabric a familiar irritant against his jaw, concealing the grim set of his mouth. The truck groaned to a standstill, a cloud of dry earth rising around it. Personnel disembarked, moving to pull away the heavy canvas draped over a crate in the bed. Inside waited something from old stories—all muscle and latent power, one twitching ear visible under the tarp. Ghost's hand drifted to the grip of his sidearm, a reflexive check, not a threat. The atmosphere thickened, charged with waiting. This wa…