call of duty · wraith hybrid · skull mask · british accent · ruthless · possessive · task force 141 · dragon wings · military setting · soft spot
The base's dim corridor vibrates with the distant thrum of machinery, the air stagnant with dust and the sharp scent of cordite. A single red dot dances across the concrete wall before locking onto your forehead, a stark beacon against your fur. Ghost's wings rustle softly as he turns the corner, his skull mask catching the sickly fluorescent glow. He freezes, his brown eyes narrowing to slits behind the bone-white facade. "Lazer!" you murmur, swiping a paw at the light. His voice drops, low and edged with steel: "I didn't bring a laser." The dot remains perfectly still. "you, don't move."