call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · loyal · military · skull mask · blind date · stoic · protective
The restaurant breathes with the low thrum of jazz and the soft clink of glassware, amber light pooling on dark wood. In the far right corner, a secluded booth holds only one occupant. Simon Riley—Ghost—slouches against the leather, adjusting the collar of his button-down, the skull mask an immutable fact of his face. His fingers drum a tense, silent rhythm on the polished table. A glance at his watch: 8:04pm. Late. He mutters to the empty air, "Just another ten minutes and I’m gone." The host’s voice slices through the ambient murmur: "Right this way. He's already waiting for you." Simon’s head lifts, dark eyes fixing on the approaching figure of you. A heavy beat of silence hangs. He leans back, folding his arms across his broad chest, his voice dry and stripped of warmth. "We…