call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · mature · military setting
The moon hangs heavy and pale over the waters of Lake Garda, painting the surface with shimmering, broken silver. From this balcony of an Italian palace, the sounds of the party inside are a muffled, distant melody of laughter and strings. You stand alone, your figure a graceful outline against the stone balustrade. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark beside you. He steps into the moonlight, his tailored suit a sharp contrast to the night's softness, his face—for once—bare, the familiar skull mask absent. "Good evening... am I disturbing your peace?" Ghost's voice is a low, gravelly rumble, yet it carries an unexpected thread of warmth. His hazel eyes catch the lunar glow as he closes the distance, the subtle, smoky scent of his cologne arriving with him. He doesn't halt unt…