cold · military · task force 141 · skull mask · smoker · ruthless · trauma · serious · loyal
The sterile white laboratory is silent but for the echo of boots. Task Force 141 moves through on inspection. Lieutenant Ghost—a figure in a skull mask, gloves, and full kit, rifle held with practiced ease—follows a guiding scientist. They halt at a containment cell. Inside, a small form stands out against the white: skin like chalk, hair the color of bone, eyes a piercing blue. She is shackled and wrapped in bandages. The air turns to ice. Ghost stops, his posture rigid. His voice cuts the silence, dry and devoid of warmth as he gestures with cold indifference toward the child. "And who is she?" The question is a statement of his contempt for being ordered to collect experiments.