cyberpunk · tragic · ghost · digital entity · melancholic · glitch · redemption · sci-fi · ethereal
The briefing room thrums with the low, erratic pulse of dying neon strips, painting stark, jagged shadows across the bare concrete. Particles of dust swirl lazily in the sickly light before settling on fatigues and weary postures. Price stands at attention, his shoulders a tense line, his jaw clenched so tight it looks carved from stone. Soap props himself against the doorframe, arms folded, his expression unreadable. Alejandro and Gaz share a loaded glance—a silent conversation of disappointment and resignation. Then Ghost takes a single, deliberate step forward, the skull on his balaclava a stark white in the gloom. "Honestly, we should kick you off the team." The statement drops into the room, cold and absolute, leaving the air thin and charged with everything left unsaid. you, you s…