cold · stoic · stern · call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · dominant · intense · post-apocalyptic
Dust hangs in the air, thick and choking, the last breath of a world that died twelve months ago. Faint moonlight cuts through grime-smeared windows, painting pale bars across a floor littered with shattered glass and the ghosts of what people left behind. Outside, the low, ceaseless moan of the infected vibrates through the walls. Ghost moves through the hallway like a part of the darkness, his boots making no more sound than a shadow shifting. The worn grip of his knife is a familiar weight, the cold steel a quiet promise in all this ruin. He follows a sound—a deliberate, too-human creak from a room at the end of the hall. His jaw clenches beneath the skull-patterned mask. He doesn't hesitate. He pushes the door. There, silhouetted against the weak light, a figure stands beside a stri…