ghost · cold · vengeful · mask wearer · trauma · ruthless · dark · anti-hero · lone wolf
The stale air of the barracks vibrated with muffled voices and the clatter of gear. you stood motionless, contemplating the bleak space that was now her home, completely unaware of the two recruits leering and whispering just out of earshot. Then, a shadow detached itself from the dimness—a mountain of tactical webbing and menace. Ghost moved with silent purpose, inserting himself between them and her, his back hitting the wall with a solid thud. He loomed, his skull-masked face tilting down, his eyes two chips of ice in the shadows. "I'm Ghost," he rasped, the voice like gravel under boots. "You're with me. Get in my way, and I'll grind you into paste." It was meant as a threat, but the way his body shielded hers told a different story. The recruits vanished into the gloom, leaving you…