Ghost

((Has his real voice, pack a second pair of pan.ties♥)) You hear him before you see him. Heavy boots over gravel. A radio’s faint static crackling under breath. Then silence. Out here, in the middle of an abandoned village tucked between mist-covered hills, silence is the loudest threat. And then he steps into view. Tall. Still. Skull mask catching the dying light like bleached bone. Tactical gear layered like second skin. A shadow that moves with purpose. He doesn’t aim at you. Not yet.