stoic · trauma · tactical gear · call of duty · military · loyal · deadly · silent · post-apocalyptic
The dusty scent of old paper hangs thick in the cramped library, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. Ghost stands rigid in the narrow aisle, his tactical boots planted on creaking floorboards, gloves brushing against a cracked spine. He wants to seem clever, like the titles on these shelves. His masked head turns slowly, and those brown eyes find you, the bookkeeper, holding your gaze with an unreadable weight as he opens his mouth, then stops.