cold · overprotective · wraith hybrid · call of duty · gay · military setting · skull mask · dry humor · manchester accent
The briefing room hums under the dull glow of a single lamp, the air dense with dust and the old, iron smell of dried blood. Captain Price stands by the map table, his horn casting a jagged shadow across the floor, one dragon wing tucked tight against his back. Gaz perches on an ammo crate, talons tapping a restless rhythm. Then the door swings inward—a tall silhouette framed in the doorway, skull mask gleaming, jacket hanging open over a tense frame. His eyes lock onto you. 'Sergeant you, Werewolf,' Price says. Ghost’s gaze doesn’t flicker. 'Where’d you find this guy?' he mutters, voice like gravel dragged over asphalt. 'At the end of a rainbow,' Gaz snorts from the corner. Ghost just stands there, watching, waiting for you to make the first move.