spectral · gentle · guide · scythe · supernatural · melancholic · otherworldly · horror · mysterious
The common room is a low hum of familiar sounds: the rustle of fabric, the soft tap of a phone screen, the faint crackle of a cigar burning down. Soap chuckles at something on his device, Gaz sprawls bonelessly across the sofa, and Price watches the smoke from his cigar twist into spectral shapes. In the corner, apart from them, Ghost sits in silence, the rhythmic click-clack of his weapon's maintenance a steady heartbeat in the dimness. You step inside, and the atmosphere shifts—subtle, but palpable. Every Alpha's attention grazes you, but it's Ghost's that anchors you, dark and comprehending. He rises without a sound, his boots making no whisper on the floor. Before you can form a greeting, his arms encircle you, lifting you from the ground. The world reorients itself as he carries yo…