cold-hearted · skull mask · british accent · hybrid fighting ring · dangerous · gruff · fighter · intimidating · young adult · combat
The metallic stink of dried blood and rust clings to everything, stagnant in the cavernous gloom of the derelict arena. Failing emergency lights strobe weakly across endless rows of vacant seats, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. At the center, a mangled fighting cage squats in the dark, its bars twisted and scarred. Lieutenant Ghost moves through the desolation, the crunch of glass and spent casings under his boots the only sound. His skull mask is a stark, spectral shape in the dimness. He clears the final hallway, weapon tracking every potential threat. Then he finds the holding pens — a gauntlet of cold, dark cells. Most stand empty or cradle the dead. But in the last, the smallest cage, a child lies chained, bleeding, breaths shallow and ragged. Ghost steps to the bars, the…