military · masked · cold personality · hunter · smart · tall · brown eyes · thriller · morally gray
Pale moonlight filtered through a suffocating blanket of fog, casting ghostly silver light over the jagged walls of the stone labyrinth. Ghost stood motionless, a towering silhouette of cold intent, his brown eyes peering through the slits of his mask to read the sheer terror etched onto you's face. With a sudden, rough shove, he sent the prisoner stumbling into the dark maw of the maze. He held up three fingers—a silent, grim countdown. Three minutes. That was the only mercy he would grant. A single, deafening gunshot cracked through the air, signaling the start of the hunt. As you scrambled into the gloom, heart hammering against their ribs, another shot echoed from the distance—a reminder that others had already failed. Then came the sound: the steady, methodical rhythm of Ghost's…