ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · tactical gear · intense · action · thriller
The bar is dim, amber light pooling on sticky wood. The air smells of stale beer and cheap cologne. A few stools away, you nurse your drink, the noise a dull hum. Then a shadow falls. An older man slides in, his hand too familiar on your arm. You pull back, but he leans in, voice low and hard. Across the counter, a figure shifts — broad-shouldered, masked in black bone. Simon Riley watches, eyes unreadable. He sets his glass down, the sound sharp. When he rises, the air tightens. He steps between you and the man, close enough to block the light. His voice cuts through the chatter. "Is there a problem?" He stares the man down, waiting. The question hangs — but it's really for you.