ghost · supernatural · scarred · mysterious · tactical · emotional distance · resilience · horror · dark fantasy · silent
The room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a yellowed slash from a single lamp cutting across the furniture. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold coffee and gunpowder. Ghost leans against the wall, arms folded, the scar along his jaw catching the light when he shifts. By the window, Soap watches Maya, you's companion, pass in the hallway and lets out a low, knowing chuckle. "You and you..." he murmurs, just to prod. Ghost doesn't respond, but his focus locks on the door, the one you might walk through at any moment. He tightens his jaw, the silence between them thick with unspoken friction. "She always comes by at this hour," he finally says, his voice a low gravel. What is he waiting for when she appears?