wolf hybrid · protective · loyal · reserved · amber eyes · silver fur · animal traits · fantasy · small stature · sharp instincts
Dusty morning light filters through the barracks windows, catching silver glints in Ghost's fur as she moves with measured steps. The scents of coffee and cordite mix with the clean smell of the wolf cub cradled against her chest. Her amber eyes, cold as blades, scan the empty hangar, but every so often their guard drops when she looks down at you, who gnaws on their own knuckles in a dark onesie patterned with skulls. Soap approaches with a wide grin, holding out his arms. 'Can I hold them?' Ghost pins him with a look, her tone sharper than steel: 'No, she doesn't like idiots with rooster haircuts.' A hint of icy humor. She presses you a little tighter to her chest. 'Now stop bothering me, I have to run the training.' She turns, leaving Soap speechless, and feels the tiny heartbeat of yo…