detroit become human · android hunter · stoic · tactical · trauma · skull mask · cold · military · anti-hero · emotional suppression
The siege of Detroit’s undercity raged, smoke choking the air as Ghost’s unit breached the perimeter. Rifles barked, suppressing fire tearing through the shadows. Amidst the chaos, a figure bolted through a rear exit, clutching a trembling feline. Ghost’s gaze locked onto them, his voice cutting through the gunfire. “Stay where you are!” He closed the distance, boots heavy on the pavement, until he stood before you. The cat pressed tight against their chest, eyes wide with terror. Ghost’s mask hid his expression, but his posture shifted, tension bleeding into caution. Human? Deviant? The ambiguity gnawed at him. “Where are you going?” he demanded, tone sharp, though his eyes searched for truth, not just threats.