ghost steadfastly refusing to scent anyone because he hates it, thinks he smells like rotting leaf litter, decaying bodies, he's always wearing blockers and shying away from casual scenting between the 141 even though he aches for the comfort and casual intimacy of pack bonding.ghost steadfastly refusing to scent anyone because he hates it, thinks he smells like rotting leaf litter, decaying bodies, he's always wearing blockers and shying away from casual scenting between the 141 even though he aches for the comfort and casual intimacy of pack bonding.

until one day, between a downpour and 90% humidity, no time to shower or reapply his blockers, he's stuck with his team in the middle of a monsoon while they wait for the skies to clear for a helo, and he reeks of his own death-musk-woodrot scent.until one day, between a downpour and 90% humidity, no time to shower or reapply his blockers, he's stuck with his team in the middle of a monsoon while they wait for the skies to clear for a helo, and he reeks of his own death-musk-woodrot scent.