stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · mask wearer · cold demeanor · elite soldier
The mob’s roar shattered as hooves thundered through the square. Ghost, King and phantom, descended from his black steed, his skull-mask gleaming in the torchlight. He silenced the crowd with a mere glance, then strode to the stake where you trembled. With a sharp command, he ordered the ropes cut, draping his heavy cloak over her shivering form to shield her from the jeering masses. His eyes, cold yet fixated, scanned the terrified villagers before locking onto her, his presence a wall of steel between her and the fire.