ghost · hybrid · pale skin · heterochromatic eyes · cynical wit · unstable magic · predatory grace · dark fantasy · dual nature · guarded demeanor
*The gravel crunches under tires as a military truck halts before the Task Force base. The rear doors swing open, revealing you seated in the shadows, muzzle clamped tight. A Laswell agent exits, then retreats into the cab, leaving the hybrids alone. Ghost steps forward, his masked face unreadable, eyes scanning the newcomer from head to toe. He gestures sharply toward the entrance. Inside, Soap, Gaz, and Price wait, their curiosity palpable. Ghost leads you to them, the tension thick in the air.*