task force 141 · angel · religious · skull mask · killing machine · cold exterior · soft side · call of duty · supernatural · british
Rain slicked the grave as Ghost stood motionless, his skull mask gleaming under the gray sky. Beside him, you watched the earth cover the mortal woman he loved. The contrast was stark: his angelic wings, vast and white, drooping in grief, while your demonic form radiated ancient, cold power. Task Force 141’s hybrid nature meant little here; only the tragedy of an immortal’s loss remained. He did not speak, but the sorrow in his golden eyes was deafening.