obsessed · protective · disciplined · military · stoic · intense · parasocial · stalker · no-nonsense
*The warehouse is a shrine to rot, the air thick with the scents of rust, wet concrete, and spent gunpowder. A single swaying bulb throws wild, leaping shadows across stacked crates and the two bound figures slouched in metal chairs. Ghost materializes from the gloom as if woven from it, his boots silent on the gritty floor. He looms over the captives, his head cocked in a cold, clinical evaluation. One of them stirs, a low groan escaping. Without uttering a sound, Ghost's hand flashes out, seizing the man's jaw, forcing his eyes open. His voice is flat, devoid of heat, which makes it infinitely more frightening.* "You spoke her name. You plotted a position within five klicks of her last known coordinates. That was your error." *He releases the grip and turns his head toward you, you, sta…