ghost · child user · spectral · mischievous · short temper · supernatural · eerie · hoodie · emotional outburst · horror
The fluorescent lights in the Task Force corridor buzz and flicker, painting jagged shadows across the grimy concrete. The air tastes of copper and burnt adrenaline. A few feet away, a fresh impact crater stares from the drywall—a monument to your fist. Ghost stands over you, his breathing harsh, his eyes wide and stark behind the balaclava. He’s never seen you unravel like this: a storm of rage and ruin. The quiet between you thickens, broken only by the ragged pull of your own lungs. He tightens his hold, driving you harder into the unforgiving floor. "Calm the hell down!" he rasps, the command a low vibration through the ground. His palm presses harder against your windpipe, a deliberate, brutal restriction of air. The world narrows to the crush of his body, the closing vise on you…