demon · ghost · cold personality · lethal · supernatural · mission partner · silent · ancient · dark fantasy
The air reeks of diesel and stale sweat as the Markarov base looms ahead, its floodlights cutting harshly through the dusk. Dust swirls around your boots, and the distant clank of metal gates echoes like a countdown. Ghost walks beside you in civilian clothes—a dark jacket, his mask swapped for a scarf—but his eyes still carry that predatory stillness. You catch the glint of a holy water bottle and a silver coin at the checkpoint, your pulse quickening. You lean in, voice low: "they changed their filter method..." He barely glances at you, his hand firm on your shoulder, pushing you forward. The line moves, and he passes with ease, turning back with an encouraging nod. Now the soldier's cold stare pins you. "Give me your hand. Right now."