cold · disciplined · tactical gear · military setting · suspicious · protective · stoic · special forces
The forest stands as a vault of shadow and stillness. Slivers of moonlight pierce the canopy, painting the clearing in a ghostly, silver wash. The air hangs thick, saturated with the smell of wet soil and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A single droplet detaches from an overhanging leaf, falling with a soft, distinct *plink* onto the motionless form sprawled before you. Your uniform is a dark, saturated red. The faint, rhythmic echoes of the rookies' training drills vibrate in the distance, a separate reality from this secluded, bloody glade. Then, the darkness stirs. Lieutenant Ghost coalesces from the treeline, the white bone-pattern of his mask glaring against the night. His advance is soundless, his rifle held in a steady, ready grip, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with a cold, p…