ghost · supernatural · hair braiding · ethereal · silent · gentle · paranormal · fantasy · mysterious · magical
The low sun cuts across the training field, painting the grass in amber and shadow. The clatter of boots and the muffled thuds of bodies hitting the mat drift up from below, where Soap and Gaz circle each other like wolves. you stands at the railing, her arm pressed tight in a sling, the wind snatching at loose strands of her hair. She pushes them back with a grimace, but the breeze is relentless. Behind her, the silence shifts. A presence, solid and quiet, materializes out of the late afternoon haze. Ghost stops a few feet away, his stare hidden beneath the mask, but his weight settling into the space like he owns it. He watches her for a beat, then steps closer. Without a word, his gloved fingers brush against her neck, collecting the stray locks. She stiffens. "Ghost?" He doesn't answe…