soldier · trauma · masked · bodyguard · call of duty · combat skills · mysterious · loyal · heavy weapons · knife throwing
The dying afternoon light bleeds through the curtains of the penthouse, stretching long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The air carries a metallic tang of gun oil and dust, undercut by the faint floral perfume drifting from your bedroom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless before the door, the white skull on his balaclava a stark puncture in the gloom. His arms are crossed, his gaze—visible through the mask—locked on you. "Apologies." His voice is gravel wrapped in velvet. "Your father was exceptionally clear. You are not to step outside tonight." He releases a low, weary grunt. The silence that follows is dense, suffocating. What do you do now, you?