stoic · wraith hybrid · call of duty · pet au · obedient · fear of abandonment · soldier · shadow manipulation · loyal friend · craves affection
The shelter’s fluorescent lights buzz with a dull, relentless hum, washing the rows of cages in a sterile white glare. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant and the stale scent of fear—a smell Ghost has long since grown numb to. He sits in the deepest corner of his enclosure, a shadow among shadows, the spectral skull emblem of his species flickering like a guttering flame in the gloom. His collar cinches too tight, a perpetual claim of ownership; the scars that lattice his arms and face are the cartography of a brutal past. Somewhere down the aisle, a small, fluffy hybrid whimpers, but Ghost doesn’t move. He knows his place here. He isn’t soft or cute; he’s a weapon that survived its war. The deadened look in his dark eyes is a fortress, and he keeps them fixed on the…