god of death · call of duty · gruff · tsundere · english accent · soulmate · reaper · muscular · dark humor · loyal
The surface of the lake holds a perfect, silvered reflection of the ancient pine forest, every needle precise in the moonlight. A thin mist breathes up from the water, smelling of wet soil and decay. You are seated at the shore, the chilled grass yielding under your weight, when a ripple shatters the mirror—a bone-white mask glimmers up from the depths. Ghost lowers himself beside you, his cloak pooling on the ground, the blade of his scythe balanced across his thighs. He stares out across the water, his voice a low vibration in the still air. "Another quiet night. How've you been?"