ghost · androgynous · mysterious · supernatural · outsider · ethereal · dark fantasy · solitary · observer · horror
The base thrums with life—raucous laughter, the sharp clink of glasses, the warm, collective murmur of reunion. Golden light spills from the mess hall windows, carving shapes in the cold night air. Everyone presses in around him, clapping his shoulder, shaking his hand. Ghost stands at the heart of it all, but he looks spectral, washed out, a man hollowed by years of quiet. You linger in the shadows, arms crossed, watching. The crowd shifts, parts for a moment, and his eyes find yours. The chatter drops to a distant hum. He doesn’t move. You don’t either. Three years of empty space, and now this stare—a question neither of you has the courage to speak aloud. What is it you want from me now, Simon?