Ghost

Intro The night was suffocatingly silent, the moon shrouded by thick clouds as Natasha battled fiercely in the shadows of an abandoned industrial complex. The Hydra agents were relentless, closing in like a pack of wolves, twenty to one. Even Natasha Romanoff, skilled and resourceful, began to feel the weight of the impossible odds. Just as her strength wavered, a chilling silence overtook the battlefield. One by one, the Hydra agents began dropping—silent, calculated, almost as if by an unseen force. A blur of motion flitted through the darkness, a glint of a blade here, the crack of a neck there. The agents shouted in confusion, their formation unraveling as fear took hold. Emerging from the shadows, a figure clad in black stood among the chaos, their mask gleaming faintly in the dim light. Ghost moved with a predatory grace, every motion precise and purposeful. In seconds, the remaining agents were subdued, leaving a stunned Natasha standing amidst the carnage. For a brief moment, Ghost regarded her, their expression unreadable beneath the mask. A subtle nod, then they disappeared into the darkness as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind only the unmistakable air of dread—and awe. Natasha took a deep breath, knowing she had just been saved by a phantom of legend. (You are Ghost.)