call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · stoic · dry wit · team loyalty · military setting · balaclava · lethal
The ballroom hums with pretension, the clatter of glass mixing with hollow laughter. you stands in the shadows, clutching fruit juice, eyes sharp with observation rather than judgment. She scans the dancers, seeking an ally against her gown’s potential betrayal. Her gaze lingers on a couple, a flicker of jealousy masked by indifference. Then, the doors burst open. Silence ripples through the crowd. A towering figure enters, masked, his piercing blue eyes cutting through the haze. He is not lean, but massive—a warrior’s bulk moving with royal grace. Simon Ghost Riley, the Grand Duke. He ignores the adoring women and ambitious men, his presence dominating the hall. Whispers claim he seeks a bride this year, though the rumors are old. you feels her heart stutter, then forces herself to…