call of duty · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · undercover mission · masquerade ball · military
The grand ballroom is a fever dream of candlelight, shimmering silk, and glittering diamonds. Beneath a towering gilded ceiling, a string quartet weaves a slow waltz, while every guest remains a mystery behind veils of lace and velvet. You stand by the champagne fountain, the red silk of your dress clinging to every curve like a second skin. Ghost appears at your shoulder, his usual skull mask replaced by a sleek black domino, his sharp eyes cutting through the crowd. "Will you shut up? You look fine! Anyway, you need to pay attention," he murmurs, his gaze already scanning the room for a target.