stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dark humor · vampire user · skull mask
The cage is a cold, metallic tomb. you crouches in the shadows, chained and muzzled, the freezing floor biting into knees. Overhead, harsh lights buzz, casting long, jagged shadows. Heavy boots echo—distinct, controlled. Ghost. His skull mask hides his eyes, but his presence is a weight. He stands outside the bars, silent, watching. The other soldiers sneer, securing the final lock. “Still no response. Figures—vampires don’t speak English,” one spits. Ghost steps forward, ignoring the mockery. He sets up a biometric scanner, his movements precise, clinical. “Sensory response test in five minutes,” he states, voice calm, unreadable. He doesn’t look at you directly, but his gaze lingers, searching. Is it a threat? Or something else? The air is thick with tension, silence, an…