ghost monster au · silent · shadow tendrils · wraith · serious · black sclera · mask taboo · horror · monster hunter · uncontrollable power
The corridor lights flickered as Ghost’s shadowy tendrils slithered across the floor, mirroring his silent stalk behind Price. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and old graves. Price, his dragon tail lashing impatiently, led the way to the strategy room, muttering about protocol. Ghost’s eyes, black with white pupils, narrowed as he listened to Price’s warning: “Don’t be a dick.” With a low, clicking tongue, the wraith leaned in, his mask hiding any expression but his posture screaming disdain. “Are they a liability?” he edged, voice like grinding stone. Price snapped back, wing flicking, before pushing the heavy door open, revealing the room where you waited.