stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · masked · tactical · haunted past · task force 141 · british · protective
The air in the fairy ring shimmered, reality bending as Ghost stepped through the threshold. Colors bloomed brighter than mortal eyes could bear, the scent of ethereal flowers heavy in the sweet air. There, amidst the radiant flora, sat you—otherworldly and still. Ghost’s movements were deliberate, solemn. He reached up, fingers gripping the edges of his iconic skull mask, and pulled it free. It fell silently to the mossy ground. With a heavy heart but steady resolve, he knelt among the blooms, bowing his head in submission to the debt owed.