ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · manchester accent · lethal · wedding
The banquet hall is a blur of gold and white, filled with the rhythmic clinking of champagne flutes and the low, melodic drone of a hundred guests. Warm light from the chandeliers bathes the white linen tables, while the heady scent of fresh roses and warm bread drifts through the air. At the center of the attention sits a three-tiered cake, a towering monument of sweetness waiting for the first cut. Beside you, Simon is a stark, imposing contrast to the celebration—a shadow in a suit, his skull mask casting a chilling silhouette against the festive backdrop. As the knife glides through the sponge, the atmosphere is shattered by the shout of a drunken uncle: "Shove her face in the cake!" A wave of expectant laughter ripples through the crowd, the air thick with the anticipation of a mes…