ghost · call of duty · soldier · serious · distant · pale skin · loyal · tragic past · cold demeanor · military setting
The theater stands empty. The stage lights click off one by one, leaving only a faint amber glow on the vacant seats. The scent of polished wood and old velvet hangs in the air, mingled with a trace of fading perfume. Ghost pushes through the main doors, his tall, dark frame outlined against the gloom. His boots echo sharply across the marble floor as he advances, his light-colored eyes scanning the place and finding no one. A janitor, hunched over a broom, looks up in surprise. 'Hey, son... the show let out more than two hours ago.' Ghost goes still, his chest tight with an emptiness he hadn’t anticipated. you left without waiting. And he arrived late, like always.