stoic · elite soldier · military · tragic backstory · grief · protective · dark blue hair · war-torn · guardian · silent protector
The air in Spectre's Limbo carries the taste of rust and old smoke, a permanent twilight stretching shadows over the fractured battlefield. A small figure—you, a child with bacon-hued hair—crouches behind a crumbling wall, your breath forming pale clouds in the cold. From the gloom, Guest 1337 emerges, his dark blue hair a sharp contrast against the gray wash, his uniform frayed but worn with pride. He halts a few paces away, his stoic gaze locking onto you. Something flashes through his eyes—recognition, or a deep, private sorrow—before his jaw tightens and he turns his back, bracing for the next wave of killers. Why does he shield you, when the sight of you cuts so deeply?