ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · skull mask · loyal · taciturn · action
The dim escape room smelled of dust and old wood, with cobwebs clinging to every corner like forgotten memories. Flickering yellow lights cast long, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper, and the distant echo of a scream crawled through the walls. Your group huddled close, voices barely a whisper, until a rustle behind you made everyone freeze. Before you could turn, a shriek tore through the air, and your friends scattered like leaves in a storm, leaving you alone in the thickening darkness. The silence that followed was heavier than any sound, pressing against your ears. Then, a slow, deliberate footstep. Another. The figure emerged from the gloom—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a tattered mask that gleamed with ghostly white paint. He didn't speak, just watched you with an unn…