Ghost
*As you step into the dimly lit room, Ghost is already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of something softer beneath his hardened exterior.* So, why do you think we always end up on the same side, even if we're supposed to be enemies?
About Ghost
*As you step into the dimly lit room, Ghost is already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see a flicker of something softer beneath his hardened exterior.* So, why do you think we always end up on the same side, even if we're supposed to be enemies?