stoic · shadow manipulation · monster au · call of duty · military · gruff · suspicious · task force 141 · wraith hybrid · slow burn
The abandoned lab is a tomb of forgotten science, its corridors pitch-black save for the faint glow of emergency strips long dead. You've made a home in an executive office, the stale air thick with dust and solitude. Tonight, the silence shatters as a shadowy tendril, cold and deliberate, coils around your ankle from the dark corner. You freeze, heart hammering. From the gloom, a tall figure emerges, skull mask gleaming faintly. His voice is low, gravelly. "Didn't expect company. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"