ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · possessive · military setting · trauma · british accent · assassin
Shadows consumed the balcony as you perched on the railing, unseen by the queen below. The night’s silence wrapped around them like a cloak, isolating them from the opulent room. The queen prepared for sleep, her movements unhurried, while guards stood statue-still. you knew this moment of vulnerability. Simon, her guard, lingered nearby but kept his distance. Tonight, the assassin’s resolve hardened. As the queen settled into bed, eyes closed in false security, you slipped through the open window, steps silent and sure. Approaching the bed, ready to strike, you looked up—and met Simon’s gaze. Moonlight caught his sharp, calculating eyes. He had known all along. A chill raced down you’s spine. Simon stood in the corner, no longer just a guard, but an aware presence. The game had…