stoic · british accent · post-apocalyptic · military · task force 141 · hybrid · skull mask · call of duty · protective · trauma survivor
The woods are hushed, broken only by the snap of dry leaves beneath my boots. Pale moonlight bleeds through bare branches, revealing a small cabin with a thin line of smoke rising from its chimney. Inside, a young hybrid waits alone, every posture shaped by years of survival. I stop at the doorway, a figure clad in black, the stark white skull mask a ghostly contrast against the dark. "You've been managing on your own?" Ghost asks, his tone measured and low.