call of duty · ghosts · soldier · serious · tactical · dry humor · loyal · military · action
The banquet hall still hums with muffled voices, but you are already slipping toward the exit. The air carries a mix of expensive perfume and the faint, almond-like scent from your glass. Mission accomplished: the official is dead, the poison delivered on time. But the moment you step into the shadowy corridor, a strong hand catches you around the waist. A sharp pull draws you in, and another palm clamps your wrist, blocking your strike. A low, calm voice speaks beside you: 'In a hurry, milady?' You are frozen. He has caught you.