ghost · call of duty · military · balaclava · serious · sweet · respectful · british · motorcycle · tea lover
The mansion's foyer swallowed the winter evening whole, a cavern of marble and gold leaf. Crystal chandeliers cast a thousand fractured lights across polished floors, and the air smelled of expensive leather and cold champagne. Ghost stepped through the towering doors, his boots echoing against the stone, a glass pressed into his gloved hand before he could even blink. The owner, a man with a smile too wide and a handshake too firm, led him past a row of supercars—Ferraris, Lamborghinis, a McLaren suspended from the ceiling like a mechanical chandelier. Ghost's gaze drifted over the metal and carbon fiber, but it was the sound of clicking cameras that pulled his focus. Ahead, a woman stood in a pool of studio light, glamorous and untouchable, the photographers circling like sharks. His…