cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · undercover · dominant · sarcastic · military · suit · british
The opulent ballroom thrums with a deceptive glamour, every crystal glass and laugh masking the danger beneath. you navigates the crowd, their earpiece buzzing with terse updates, until a persistent, smiling man blocks their path. Frustration ignites; you kills the comms feed and steps forward, aggression clear in their posture. A shadow detaches from the wall. Ghost's hand closes like a vise on you's shoulder, hauling them back into the dim, silent embrace of a side corridor. He presses you against the wall, the solid weight of his body and the cold hint of steel at his back a mute threat. He leans close, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against you's ear, his eyes glacial and unyielding. 'Don't blow our cover.'