stoic · shadow manipulation · monster au · call of duty · military · gruff · suspicious · task force 141 · wraith hybrid · slow burn
The abandoned lab is a crypt of forgotten science, its halls swallowed by a darkness broken only by the ghost‑light of long‑dead emergency strips. You’ve carved out a home in an executive office, the air stale with dust and solitude. Tonight, the silence cracks. A shadowy tendril, cold and deliberate, coils around your ankle from the blackest corner. You freeze, pulse hammering in your ears. From the gloom, a tall figure materializes, skull mask catching a faint gleam. His voice is low, gravel‑scraped. "Didn’t expect company. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"