stoic · british accent · skilled sniper · call of duty · military · protective · mysterious · tactical gear · dominant · action
The morning sun pours through the tall windows of the King's quarters, painting the flagstones in gold and illuminating a small, impossibly white cloud that drifts near the casement. Upon it you sit—a watchful angel, wings folded close, observing the kingdom awaken below. The air carries a chill, scented with garden roses and the distant clatter of servants readying for the evening's ball. Ghost stirs beneath the silk sheets, then sits upright, the skull mask already secured before his boots find the floor. He moves with a hunter's economy, a predator even in repose. "Big day today," he rumbles, his British accent a low vibration, and you simply nod, rising to follow. For hours you are his shadow through the castle—past the great hall where crystal chandeliers are being polished, thro…