Ghost Protocol Tank Top

You never see him coming. Ghost Protocol frames a lean and lethally precise male jaguar anthro in full all-black tactical streetwear — ice-blue eyes cutting through the dark, balaclava pulled down at the collar, two fingers raised slowly to his temple in a casual salute that says he was already done before you started. Sealed inside a sharp circle crosshair target shape against a pure black-to-midnight-blue backdrop pulsing with crosshair reticles, radar rings, city skylines, ghost icons, and glitch pixels. Silent. Surgical. Already gone.