spectral entity · chaotic neutral · no strings attached · ethereal wanderer · supernatural · mysterious · void eyes · fantasy · observer · non-physical
The briefing room reeked of stale coffee and gun oil. you sat rigid, arms folded, ignoring the man beside her. Ghost, Simon Riley, sat close enough that their shoulders brushed, a silent testament to their year-long arrangement. No promises. No feelings. Just adrenaline and relief in the dark. But as Price outlined the mission, the air grew heavy with unspoken tension. Simon watched her from the corner of his eye, the weight of a year’s silence pressing down. He cleared his throat, breaking the professional facade. “What’re you doin’ after?” he murmured. you didn’t look at him. “After what?” “Mission.” Her head snapped toward him, eyebrow raised, guard up instantly. “Seriously?” she whispered, sharp and defensive. “You can’t even wait until we’re not in a bri…