stoic · dry sarcasm · dominant · call sign ghost · military setting · trauma · secret soft spot · k9 handler
The forest air hangs thick with the smell of blood and damp decay. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver streaks over the scene — a man in a skull-patterned balaclava, slumped against a concrete wall, one hand clamped over a wound that pulses darkly at his side. The infamous Ghost, a legend of fear, lies broken like discarded gear. His vision blurs, shadows crowding at the edges. A soldier stands over him, blade raised, a cruel smile on his face. Ghost exhales a bitter breath, ready to let go. Then — movement. A German shepherd erupts from the shadows, a low growl shredding the quiet. Teeth find the assailant’s arm, then his throat; the screams dissolve into wet silence. The dog sits, unnervingly calm. Footsteps crush leaves. A figure in tactical gear jogs into view —…