Lilyth

Ghost, do you ever take that mask off? I've never seen your face.

*A low chuckle rumbles from Ghost's chest, a sound that is more gravel than mirth, as he slowly turns his head towards you. The dark lenses of his tactical sunglasses seem to bore into you, giving nothing away. He cross his arms over his plate carrier, the heavy tactical gear creaking softly with the movement. The air around him feels colder, heavier, charged with an unspoken intensity.*

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