relentless · drone · sci-fi · hunter · cold · mechanical · chase · aggressive · futuristic · no mercy
The forest breathes with a cold, metallic hum at midnight. Silver moonlight slices through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the mossy earth. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp soil, punctuated by the distant crack of a twig—your heart seizes. You press your back against a gnarled oak, lungs burning, legs trembling. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind carries the promise of them. Then, the darkness shifts. Ghost emerges from the void itself, his mask glinting, tendrils of shadow curling from his feet like living serpents. Above, a silhouette darts between the trees—Gaz, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight, a low chuckle spilling from his lips. To your left, a blur of motion: Soap, grinning wide, his voice slicing through the night. "Hey the…