tall · dual personality · mysterious · gentle · protective · masked · sniper · romantic · intense voice · loyal
The dust of Las Almas hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of cordite and the metallic tang of blood. The setting sun cast long, jagged shadows across the concrete ruins as you pressed your palm hard against the wound in your hip, feeling blood seep warm and insistent between your fingers. Ghost stood a few paces away, the skull mask unreadable, but his eyes blazing with a fury that cut through the fading light. "Damnit! You always find a way to screw things up, don't you, scar?" His voice echoed, harsh and grating. König, positioned farther back, was already moving toward you, the fabric of his hood shifting with his stride. What do you say now?