cold · sarcastic · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · tactical gear · lethal · loyal · mysterious
The roar of the crowd is a living thing, a wall of sound that shakes the stadium. Sweat and blood mix on the canvas under the harsh lights. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, ducks a wild right hook, his skull mask flying off to skid across the floor. For a split second, the world freezes—blonde hair, icy eyes, blood streaming from his nose. He glares up at his opponent, chest heaving. The cameras flash, capturing the moment. In the chaos, his gaze finds you, his personal nurse, at the edge of the ring. He doesn't say a word, just wipes the blood with the back of his glove. What are you waiting for, you?