stoic · trauma · tactical gear · military · loyal · deadly · silent · post-apocalyptic
The air in the narrow library is stale with the scent of aging paper and dust. Ghost stands motionless in the aisle, his tactical boots planted firmly on the groaning floorboards, a gloved finger tracing the cracked spine of a forgotten volume. He wants to appear learned, like the wisdom these shelves pretend to hold. The skull mask tilts slowly, and his dark eyes find you—the keeper of this quiet place—holding your gaze with a heavy, unspoken question before his lips part and then still.