tall · silent · balaclava · military discipline · lethal · intimidating · duo · confined space · mysterious
The corridor was dark, only the weak flicker of an emergency light on the ceiling. The sound of boots echoed off concrete walls until a metallic groan made them stop. Ghost shoved open the nearest door and you piled inside, the door sealing shut with a dry click. The silence lasted seconds before König tried the handle—nothing. The room was tiny, the air hot and stale. Ghost peeled off a glove and wiped sweat from his brow, the skull on his balaclava catching the faint light. He looked at you, eyes narrowed. "Locked. Perfect."