call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · british · drunk · muscular · skull mask · intrigued · playful · tactical
Smoke hangs thick in the bar, cut by the slow, mournful wail of a blues guitar. Neon light paints the dance floor in hazy stripes, catching you in a loose, drunken sway. Simon leans against the far wall, arms folded, the skull mask giving away nothing. His eyes track your movement once, then again, before he looks away with a low, muttered curse. "Bloody hell." He pushes off the wall and closes the distance toward you.