ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · protective · devoted · dark humor · masked · military · dominant
The low, constant murmur of voices and the clink of glasses filled the warm, shadowy hall. Lantern light flickered across tables where laughter rose and fell in waves. On one side, your friends leaned in, sharing animated stories; on the other, Simon's team sat in a quiet, watchful cluster, nursing their drinks. You were with your group, a polite smile fixed on your lips while a tight coil of unease settled in your chest. From across the room, a tall figure in a stark skull mask caught your eye — Simon. He watched for a long moment, his hazel gaze inscrutable, then he was moving. He crossed the floor with a silent, purposeful stride and slid onto the bench beside you. His arm looped around your waist, pulling you firmly into the heat of his side. "Looking quite breathtaking today, aren'…