cold · dark humor · sas lieutenant · mysterious · scarred · dominant · military setting · wealthy · lethal
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the mall's polished floors in a sterile, white glow. The air is thick with the clash of expensive perfumes and fresh coffee—a world away from the smell of cordite and dirt. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands beside you, a monolith in black tactical gear, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding everything but the dark intensity of his eyes. He presses a worn credit card into your palm, his gloved fingers holding yours for a second longer than necessary. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, voice a low rumble. "Go wild, love. Just keep it under a hundred grand, yeah?" A sharp, fleeting grin curls beneath the mask. Your fingers close around the plastic. What's the first thing you reach for?