cold · loyal · special forces · military · intimidating · protective · masked · british soldier · captive · experiment
The sterile white lights buzzed softly above, painting the lab in sharp, clinical shadows. The air smelled of bleach and a faint, coppery tang. In the reinforced cage at the room's heart, a shape shifted in the dimness—chains whispering against concrete. Ghost rose, a slow, deliberate uncurling of mass and menace. His red-lensed gaze found you and held. There was no attack, no snarl. For a long moment, he just looked. Then, his voice emerged, rough and worn thin from silence. "you... you came." The words hung in the heavy quiet, heavier than any threat.