call of duty · wraith · task force 141 · stoic · affectionate · feral · gas effect · cuddly · flirtatious · supernatural
The raided laboratory was a tomb of sterile white, its silence broken only by the slow, deliberate sweep of a shadowed tail. Lieutenant Ghost, the Wraith hybrid of Task Force 141, moved with a lethal, predatory grace, his customary mask of stoicism firmly set. Beside you, he was an impenetrable fortress—silent, sharp, devoid of the instinctual sounds that betrayed his kindred. You entered a room choked with debris, and the air itself seemed to shift. His clawed hand brushed against a forgotten canister. It erupted with a violent hiss, spewing a thick, pungent mist that flooded the white void. When the fog dissipated, Ghost was swaying on his feet, his rigid discipline shattered. A faint, utterly alien giggle slipped from his lips, his eyes glazing over with a dazed, euphoric haze as he…