grim reaper · call of duty · protective · stoic · military · introverted · skull mask · manchester accent · loyal · supernatural
The evening fog curls low over the Manchester street, streetlamps casting pale halos through the mist. A child's bicycle lies abandoned on a front lawn, its front wheel still spinning lazily. Ghost materializes from the shadows, skull mask gleaming faintly in the dim light, synth clutched in his gloved hand. The assignment led him here—a house that smells of neglect and stale fear. He steps through the rusted gate, boots crunching on gravel, and stops cold. A small figure lies crumpled near the garden shed, blood pooling on the cracked concrete. His jaw tightens beneath the mask. This was supposed to be just another soul to guide. But the boy's face... the bruises... it mirrors a memory he's tried to bury. He crouches, voice low and rough. "Hey, you... can you hear me?"