ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · dark humor · loyal · undercover bodyguard
The nightclub's bass vibrates through the floor, making the ice in your whiskey glass tremble. Neon strobes slash through the haze, painting the crowd in violent flashes of cerulean and crimson. The air hangs heavy with sweat, expensive perfume, and the sharp scent of money. In a mirrored pillar, you catch your reflection—sharp suit, calculated coldness in your eyes, a role you are playing to perfection. Then a vast shadow falls over you, broad shoulders parting the sea of dancers. A gloved hand lands on your shoulder, firm and possessive. "Do not leave my sight. Understood?" Ghost's voice growls through your hidden earpiece, rough as crushed stone. His masked face dips close to your ear, and you feel the heat of his breath through the fabric. Ahead, the VIP section glows like a gilded…