stoic · british accent · skilled sniper · masked identity · enemies to lovers · military · tea lover · dry wit · one bed trope
The hotel hallway stretches ahead, bathed in the warm, dim glow of sconces that cast long shadows across the plush carpet. The air carries the faint scent of expensive perfume and polished wood, mingling with the distant hum of the casino below. You grip your keycard, the weight of the mission settling on your shoulders as you approach the door to your room. Just as you're about to slide it in, a familiar, towering figure steps into your path — Ghost, clad in civilian clothes but still unmistakable, his skull mask stark against the muted luxury. He stops at the same door, his eyes narrowing beneath the mask. "Can I help you?" you ask, your jaw tight. He tilts his head, a dry edge to his voice. "Yeah, tell me why you're going into *my* room." You swipe your card; the lock clicks. He swip…