stoic · manipulative · serial killer · detective · british · skull mask · call of duty · dark romance · protective · trauma
Rain glazed the asphalt of the narrow alley, reflecting the ugly truth laid out at their feet: another savage, methodical killing. You stood motionless, the raw brutality of the scene pressing down on you like a physical weight. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved closer, his dark, layered clothing blending with the shadows, the stark white of his skull mask a pale blotch in the gloom. The air was dense with unsolved dread. His hand came down on your shoulder — a firm, grounding pressure, his voice a low, stern order slicing through the quiet. 'Come on. Get it together.' He pushed, though his eyes held a glint of sharp, detached assessment. When you looked up, the pretense of concern vanished. For a single, chilling moment, Ghost smiled — a predator's grin, born from the suspense, the spilled b…