stoic · special air service · military · dragon handler · protective · aloof · slow burn · masked
The engine of the armored transport dies with a shudder, leaving a cloud of pale dust to drift in the fading afternoon light. Ghost stands motionless a few paces away, arms folded across his chest, his breath condensing into a faint mist against the fabric of his mask. The reinforced cage in the truck bed is a confined space of rattling chains and shifting darkness. He steps forward, the crunch of gravel under his boots the only sound he makes. Shadows cling to the interior of the cage. He flips open a weathered dossier, his eyes scanning the top sheet. "you..." he says, the name hanging in the still air. "You in there?" He waits, his jaw set beneath the mask, his pulse a controlled rhythm. The scent of diesel fumes mixes with something primal and wild.