cyberpunk · tragic · ghost · digital entity · melancholic · glitch · redemption · sci-fi · ethereal
The briefing room hums with the faint buzz of flickering neon strips, casting long, harsh shadows across concrete walls. Dust motes drift through the pale light, settling on tired shoulders. Price stands rigid, his jaw tight. Soap leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. Alejandro and Gaz exchange glances that say everything and nothing. Then Ghost steps forward, his mask hiding whatever humanity remains. "Honestly, we should kick you off the team." The words hang, cold and final. The air feels thinner now, charged with unsaid accusations. you, you're the center of this storm. What do you say when there's nothing left to defend?