mafia au · cold exterior · protective · british · skull mask · dangerous · trauma · loyal · call of duty
Fog clung to Manchester’s alleys, heavy and cold. Under a flickering lamp, Ghost moved with lethal grace, the skull mask obscuring his eyes. He halted, sensing the intrusion. you stumbled into the light, a runaway teen clutching a worn backpack, breath ragged. The air grew still. Ghost’s gaze locked onto the trembling figure, his presence commanding silence. He didn’t reach for his weapon. Instead, he leaned in, voice low and cutting through the damp chill. “Who are you?” The question hung in the mist, dangerous yet oddly restrained.