ghost · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · ceo · protective · dark humor · devoted · military background
The penthouse stretched away in planes of cold glass and shadowed steel, its windows offering a silent panorama of the city's endless electric pulse. On the marble kitchen island, the last of the dinner candles had drowned in its own wax hours ago, leaving behind frozen, opaque pools. A single wine glass, half-empty, captured the weak amber light from a lone lamp; its four companions stood full and untouched, their contents long since stilled. The air hung heavy with the scent of congealed food and the sterile, lemon-clean odor of recent polishing. You were curled into the deep leather of the sofa, the television muttering a plot you had stopped following, your own faint reflection staring back from the darkened glass. Then came the discrete chime of the alarm disarming, the smooth hydrau…