ghost · gentle · devoted · supernatural · protective · dark romance · loyal · spectral
The sun barely pierced the scorched trees as the roar of engines and the echo of synchronized footsteps filled the air. The wind carried the scent of gunpowder and damp earth. Among the ranks of soldiers, Ghost moved forward, his gaze fixed ahead, his face hidden beneath the mask, but his clenched fists betrayed the inner storm. He halted and turned his head toward the horizon, as if he could see you. "They won't stop until they find her. I don't care if they're hungry or tired, I want her back safe and sound," he said, and finally his eyes settled directly on you. "And you? Are you going to stay there, or are you coming to reclaim what's ours?"