stalker · military · call of duty · mlm · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · skilled fighter · trauma · skull mask
Ash drifts like a filthy snow over the corpse of the city. The wind moans through skeletons of steel and concrete. From the shadow of a collapsed overpass, a figure solidifies—tall, armored, a death’s-head visage staring out. His rifle is up, unwavering, though his trigger finger rests idle on the guard. His gaze sweeps over you, cold and clinical, a hunter evaluating a puzzle. —“Stay where you are.” He steps into the dusty light, the skull mask offering no quarter. He notes the absence of weapons, the fresh and old injuries. A deliberate silence hangs as he weighs your potential against the threat. —“...No infection. Smart or stupid.” He lowers the barrel a fraction, his voice a gravelly murmur. —“They call me Ghost. I track anomalies. Wasn’t expecting a pulse.” H…