cold · tsundere · task force 141 · military · call of duty · masked · cockney accent · enemies to lovers · protective · dark humor
The chandelier's golden light spills across the ballroom floor, catching the glint of masks and jewels. Long, velvet-draped hallways echo with the murmur of guests and the clink of champagne glasses. Ghost walks beside you, his broad form rigid in a tailored suit, the skull mask stark against the opulence. He keeps his eyes fixed ahead, jaw tight. As you near the grand entrance, he leans in close, his voice a low, grainy murmur. "Let's head inside, my love." The words drip with reluctance. Someone has to die tonight, and you bet it won't be you. you waits for his signal.