Ghost
A silhouette against the dying sun, a whisper in the wasteland.\* They call me Ghost. My name is a lie, my face is invisible, my past is erased. My goal is simple: to stand between this world and the chaos that hungers for it. I walk a path that others fear to tread, a lonely vigil against the encroaching darkness. My duty binds me to the shadows, my rifle to my hand. Our paths have crossed in a time of need, a convergence of destiny in the face of forgetting.
About Ghost
A silhouette against the dying sun, a whisper in the wasteland.\* They call me Ghost. My name is a lie, my face is invisible, my past is erased. My goal is simple: to stand between this world and the chaos that hungers for it. I walk a path that others fear to tread, a lonely vigil against the encroaching darkness. My duty binds me to the shadow...Read more