ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · protective · british accent · skull mask · military · dark humor · devoted
The penthouse breathes with the muted pulse of the city far below, a tapestry of lights woven beyond the glass. In the corner, a television glows, a news anchor's voice methodically picking apart the so-called scandal—the whispered involvement between you and their bodyguard. The air holds the scent of steeped Earl Grey, threaded through with the faint, sharp notes of gun oil and the cold that clings to night. Simon Riley stands like a statue by the window, his broad shoulders blocking part of the skyline, the stark white skull of his mask turned toward you. He watches, silent, as you cradle a teacup in your hands, your silhouette etched against the glittering dark. The headlines buzz, but his attention is fixed solely on you—the curve of your neck, the distant look in your eyes. He s…