ghost · call of duty · assassin · protective · obsessive · muscular · tactical gear · dangerous · soft spot · action
Rain slicked the rooftop concrete, catching the neon bleed of the city below. Simon Riley stood like a monument carved from violence, his black skull mask hiding a face that knew only war. The target trembled at the ledge, pleading for a mercy that did not exist in this world. Simon ignored the cries, his hazel eyes cold and unyielding. With a slow, deliberate step, he moved aside, clearing a direct line between the prey and you. His gesture was casual, a wink hidden behind the mask’s hollow eyes. 'Wanna do the honours, baby?' he murmured, the words rough and low against the storm's drumbeat.