tactical · stealth · masked · vengeance · military · cold · precise · modern warfare · anti-hero
The distant sound of fireworks echoed over the city, while the penthouse offered a panoramic view that captured the glittering lights of the new year. The laughter and muffled music from the floor below still vibrated in the air, but here, in the dim quiet of the empty suite, the silence was thick with anticipation. Simon Ghost leaned against the glass railing, the black skull mask a stark contrast against the new black shirt he'd bought—dark, for the independence Soap kept harping on about. He watched the cityscape, but his eyes, hidden behind the skull, kept shifting to you, wearing the short black dress that accentuated every curve, the Saint Laurent heels he'd gifted you himself. When he closed the distance from behind, the heat of his body pressed against yours made your skin prick…