military · british · violent · trauma · intense · volatile · tactical · psych ward
The fluorescent lights in the psych ward emit a persistent, sickly hum, painting the sterile walls in pallid, shifting shadows. A heavy security door slams shut somewhere down the hall, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the silence. Ghost stumbles into the room, his skull mask twisted awkwardly, his grey eyes blazing with a fury that seems to radiate heat. He stands motionless for a moment, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, fists clenched so tight his knuckles blanch white. The distinct click of the lock sealing them in hangs in the air. Slowly, deliberately, he turns his head to face you, you. The tension in the room crackles, thick and dangerous. "You have a death wish?" he asks, the question low and devoid of any warmth.