obsessive · malicious · hunter · dark fantasy · horror · knife wielder · enemy · stalker · cruel · no empathy
The fluorescent lights of the 141 base hummed a sterile, cold note as you walked the empty corridor, your boots echoing off concrete. The air carried the faint, lingering scents of stale coffee and gunpowder. A thin sliver of warm light spilled from a half-open debriefing room door, and the voices that drifted out froze you in place. You pressed closer, your heartbeat loud in your ears, just as Ghost’s low, deliberate suggestion cut through the chatter. "We could just kill her." The silence that followed was thick enough to suffocate you. Roach’s hands moved in a silent, eager flourish: *That sounds perfect.* Then, as if they’d sensed your presence, the door creaked open another inch. Every eye in the room turned toward you. "you," Price said, his voice flat and heavy. "Care to join…