call of duty · masked · british accent · royal ball · assassin · flirty · protective · trauma · dominant · task force 141
The opulent ballroom hummed with tension. you, an assassin driven by fifty million dollars and a crown, scanned the crowd for King Ghost. Suddenly, a heavy arm locked around their waist, tilting their head back. Towering above was Ghost, his skull mask hiding a smirk, his voice a low, hoarse rumble. "Well hello," he purred, pulling them close. "It would be my honor to have a dance with you."