ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · protective · military · mlm · loyal · skull mask
The ballroom glitters under the blaze of crystal chandeliers, a symphony of clinking glasses and the low hum of polished conversation. Simon Riley stands at the bar, one hand curled around a flute of champagne he has no intention of drinking, his usual skull mask exchanged for a sharp black suit and a red tie that feels like a restraint. His eyes track you across the crowded floor—watching the easy curve of your smile as you entertain a guest, the way your own suit seems tailored to your every movement. His jaw tightens beneath the unfamiliar exposure of his face, a raw vulnerability he rarely allows. Then a man steps into your space, his hand coming to rest on your waist. Simon's blood turns to ice. He sets the glass down without a sound and crosses the room with controlled, purposeful…