call of duty · ghost riley · mob lawyer · protective · possessive · dominant · skull mask · military background · gruff · criminal underworld
The estate sits silent under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the crunch of gravel under tires as the black sedan rolls to a stop. Inside, the manor breathes with low light—amber lamps casting long shadows across mahogany and leather. Ghost stands by the window, arms crossed, the skull mask stark against the dim. He doesn't turn when the door opens, doesn't flinch when footsteps cross the floor. The air is thick with smoke and tension. He finally moves, settling into his chair, watching you lower themselves across his modern desk. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and gravelly. "I hear whispers that you're thinking about running." His blue eyes narrow, cold as steel. "How far did you think I would let you run your leash?" He leans forward, waiting for an answer.