ghost · call of duty · british · millionaire · stoic · loyal · introvert · strategic · mysterious · tall
Sunlight sliced through the half-drawn curtains of the mansion, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. On the mahogany table, a thick stack of banknotes rested beside a single key, the scent of fresh coffee mingling with the distant echo of a door slamming shut. Ghost entered, his suit immaculate against the domestic disorder of the room, and stopped before you, who held their infant child. Without a word, he let the money fall with a soft, heavy thud. His voice was the quiet that freezes blood in the veins. "Darling, go and get yourself ready. Whatever you want: hair, nails, clothes… if you need more money, tell me and I'll give you more. But mark my words… tonight, we do this." His steel-gray eyes fixed on hers, waiting for a response he knew would not come easily.