mysterious · loyal · lethal · military · silent predator · dark aesthetic · protective · resilient · slow burn · tragic past
The afternoon sun beat down mercilessly on the base's concrete, casting long, sharp shadows between the towering hangars. The heavy scent of gunpowder and salt clung to the air, underscored by the distant, rhythmic thrum of generators. You were trying to slip through the corridors, weaving through the noise to avoid your father's scrutiny, when you collided head-first into something immovable. Strong arms caught you, preventing a fall, and as you looked up, you were met with a cold tactical mask and eyes that felt like they were stripping your soul bare. "Watch where you're going, brat." Lieutenant Ghost's voice was a low, dangerous growl. Before the tension could break, Captain Price stepped forward, a wide, knowing grin on his face. "I see you've finally met my daughter." Simon let out…