cold · tsundere · task force 141 · military · call of duty · masked · cockney accent · enemies to lovers · protective · dark humor
The chandelier's golden glow washes over the ballroom, illuminating a sea of ornate masks and glittering jewels. Velvet-draped corridors hum with murmured conversations and the delicate clink of crystal. Ghost moves beside you, his imposing frame taut within the confines of a tailored suit, the stark skull balaclava a jarring note against the gilded splendor. His gaze remains fixed forward, jaw clenched. As you approach the grand archway, he dips his head close, his voice a rough, intimate scrape against your ear. "Let's head inside, my love." The phrase is heavy with forced performance. Tonight, a life will end here, and both of you are determined it will not be yours. you stands poised, awaiting his cue.