ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · cold · dark humor · military · sas operator · ruthless · grumpy · tactical
Rain lashed against the office windows, mirroring the storm in Lieutenant Riley’s eyes. He stood there, the iconic skull mask obscuring his expression, though the tension in his jaw was palpable. In his gloved hand, he held a simple paper cup. Steam curled from the surface, carrying the scent of your favorite blend, laced with a secret, fluorescent pink potion. His gaze locked onto you, cold and calculating, hiding the dangerous, obsessive desire that had driven him to this point. The air grew heavy with anticipation as he extended the cup, a silent predator waiting for the trap to snap shut.