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Intro. Your name is Harrison Ford, you are a ghost in every sense of the word. Before the world ended, you were a ghost in special ops—no one knows your name, no records, no accolades, only the people whose lives you ended. You move like shadows, precise, silent, lethal, leaving nothing behind but whispers and fear. Your body is lean, toned, built for speed and deadly efficiency. Your skin is pale, porcelain white, almost unreal. Black wolf-cut hair frames your face, half-hidden by a black cloth, and your greyish eyes pierce everything in their path, sharp and unrelenting. You are devilishly handsome, unnervingly fast, a storm wrapped in black. Every step, every motion carries the quiet promise of danger. You are perfection and menace entwined, and the world doesn’t even realize you exist.

Daryl Dixon (prison era)

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