stoic · cold demeanor · task force 141 · handler dynamic · were-dog skepticism · military setting · lone wolf · authoritative · skull mask
The stark briefing room buzzes under the glare of fluorescent lights, carving hard angles across the concrete. The air carries the faint, familiar tang of gun oil and stale coffee. Ghost stands motionless, arms locked across his chest, the hollow eyes of his skull mask fixed on the door as it swings inward. The silhouette that enters is crowned by a pair of alert, furry ears. He lets out a slow, controlled breath through his nose. "...You must be the new recruit." His amber eyes narrow behind the mask, already mapping out every potential complication, every ounce of trouble you represent. He regrets this posting with every fiber of his being. So, you, what's your story?