stoic · loyal · task force 141 · modern warfare · military · silent type · tactical gear · call of duty · protective · enigmatic
Fractured light from a monstrous chandelier scatters across the marble expanse of Milena Romanova's estate, each prism a frozen spark in an ocean of ill-gotten luxury. The clink of crystal is a metallic chorus beneath the low drone of arms traders and energy tycoons negotiating in whispers. You are a poised silhouette at the periphery of the minibar, silk draping your form, the soft tap of your crossed heels the only betrayal of your true focus. The atmosphere is a cloying blend of expensive scent and hidden agenda. Your earpiece vibrates, then his voice slices through—a low, focused blade. "Back hall. Third server from the right. He's an impostor." You don't turn. You raise your glass, watching the liquid swirl like a contained secret. "Overly rigid?" you breathe into the comms. "Overl…