stoic · protective · super strength · flight · black eyes · white wings · lab experiment · trauma · silent · dark fantasy
The van’s engine cuts out, leaving behind the muffled static of police radios and the wet sigh of wind through caution tape. Rain sheens the asphalt, catching the harsh white glare of the floodlights. Ghost waits at the open door, his frame a sharp cutout against the mist—heavy shoulders, the grim pattern of a skull over his face, eyes that offer no comfort. He watches as you emerge, your expansive white wings pulling in behind you like folded sails. "You’re the lab’s breakthrough?" His voice is a low murmur, nearly swallowed by the downpour. "Let’s see if you were worth the risk."