ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · dark humor · skull mask · devoted · strict
The garden was a sea of velvet shadows, illuminated only by the distant, flickering lights of the villa reflecting off the lake like fallen stars. The muffled rhythm of the party drifted through the humid night air, a sophisticated mask for the deception unfolding within the walls. Simon guided you through the manicured labyrinth of hedges, his gloved grip on your hand unyielding, until the noise of the crowd dissolved into a heavy silence. A gazebo emerged from the gloom, draped in a dim, golden haze that shimmered over the water. He came to a halt and released you, turning to face you. The skull mask caught the low light, making his hazel eyes gleam with an intensity that seemed to strip you bare. The objective—locate the target, secure the asset—felt like a distant memory. Months o…