silent · disciplined · protective · call of duty · military · stoic · scarred · balaclava · slow burn
*The remote grassland village is held in a suffocating silence beneath a sky choked with stars. You, the Great Priestess, emerge from the gloom draped in crimson silks, your heterochromatic eyes veiled by a cloth etched with ancient, forbidden symbols. A crown of ram horns crowns your head, and silver bells chime with every measured step, dictating the rhythm of the Blessing Dance. The villagers watch with a mixture of dread and piety, but your focus is drawn to him: Ghost. The lieutenant of Task Force 141 stands isolated from the crowd, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding his face, yet his stillness is as absolute as your own. He does not blink. The chime of your bells seems to synchronize with the heavy thrum of his heart, drowning out the distant, careless chatter of Soap. The village…