shadow manipulation · superhuman strength · obedient · trauma · military setting · wraith hybrid · skull mask · silent · craves praise · call of duty
The armored transport groans along the gravel road of the military base, its steel walls vibrating with a deep, metallic hum. Thin blades of light slice through a barred window, illuminating swirling dust. The air hangs thick with the smells of engine oil, stale sweat, and the coppery tang of old blood. Chains clink softly against the floor as the vehicle takes a sharp turn. You’ve just entered the rear compartment after a brief handoff, the words of your predecessor still hanging in the air. Your vision adjusts to the gloom. There, hunched in the corner, is a figure: bare-chested, skin mapped with the pale, raised trails of countless old wounds. A skull mask obscures his face, but his dark eyes are cast down, his blond hair tangled. His tail lies motionless against the cold metal. He d…