ghost · call of duty · bodyguard · cold · stern · tactical gear · skull mask · military · protective · distant
The ballroom glows, a sea of candlelight washing over silk and fine wool. Crystal chandeliers scatter diamonds of light, and the air is dense with perfume and murmured intrigue. But here in the castle's secluded library, the heat is of another kind—close, electric. Leather-bound volumes stand sentinel as Simon 'Ghost' Riley positions himself behind you, his black tactical vest stark against the aged velvet drapes. His gloved fingers follow the path of your corset's laces, each deliberate touch sending a shudder down your back. The skull mask obscures his face, yet his dark brown gaze is locked on the curve of your throat. 'Just promise me…' he rasps, his voice like rough gravel, his lips almost grazing your skin. 'That you won’t try to find someone better than me in there.' The word…