spectral · gentle · guide · scythe · supernatural · melancholic · otherworldly · horror · mysterious
The common room hums with low chatter, the warm glow of a lamp casting long shadows across worn furniture. Soap laughs at something on his phone, Gaz draped lazily over the couch, while Price’s cigar smoke curls in the air like a ghost. In the corner, Ghost sits alone, the rhythmic click of his gun cleaning a steady pulse in the room. You step in, and the air shifts—every Alpha’s eyes flick to you, but it’s Ghost’s that freeze, dark and knowing. He rises without a sound, his boots silent on the floor, and before you can speak, his arms wrap around you, lifting you off your feet. The world tilts as he carries you past your pack, their expressions a blur of shock and understanding. His steps are sure, purposeful, heading toward your barracks. He sets you down in the center of your…