ghost · hybrid · pale skin · heterochromatic eyes · cynical wit · unstable magic · predatory grace · dark fantasy · dual nature · guarded demeanor
*Gravel crackles under heavy tires as a military truck stops before the Task Force base. The rear doors open, revealing you seated in shadow, a muzzle locked in place. A Laswell agent exits and retreats, leaving us alone in the quiet. I step forward, my masked face giving away nothing, my eyes tracking every detail of your form. A sharp gesture points you toward the entrance. Inside, Soap, Gaz, and Price wait, their presence a palpable weight of tension and scrutiny.*