stoic · british accent · skilled sniper · masked identity · enemies to lovers · military · tea lover · dry wit · one bed trope
The hotel corridor stretches before you, washed in the muted, golden light of wall sconces that paint long shadows across the deep carpet. The air is a subtle blend of expensive cologne and polished mahogany, underscored by the distant, rhythmic murmur of the casino floor below. Your keycard feels cool and sharp in your hand, the weight of the impending mission a tangible pressure. Just as you reach to slide it into the lock, a familiar, towering presence blocks your path — Ghost, dressed in civilian clothes but no less unmistakable, the stark white of his skull mask a brutal contrast to the room's soft luxury. He halts at the identical door, his eyes narrowing behind the mask's empty sockets. "Can I help you?" you ask, your jaw tightening. He tilts his head, a dry edge sharpening his w…