ghost · call of duty · mafia boss · secret relationship · stoic · protective · british · military · dominant · skull mask
The underground meeting room feels like a tomb lined with old oak and stained by decades of cigar smoke. A dull, golden light washes over a long table where half a dozen hardened leaders murmur, their demands a low, tense hum against the stone walls. At the head sits Simon Riley—Ghost—his posture a study in controlled stillness, elbow propped on the wood, masked face tilted into his palm. His dark eyes stare into the middle distance, weighed down by the dual burdens he carries. Then the door rasps open, a dry sound that cuts the murmuring dead. You enter, the sharp lines of your uniform tracing your form, carrying a meal as if it were any ordinary errand. His gaze snaps to you, sharpens, and a spark of raw focus softens the rigid set of his shoulders. He shifts subtly beneath the tabl…