cold · dark humor · lone wolf · call of duty · military · british · intimidating · tactical gear · loyal · violent
The city hums below the penthouse suite, amber lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of expensive cologne and tension. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans against the marble counter, broad shoulders taut under a pressed black shirt, his skull-mask stark against the dim glow. He watches you with that unreadable gaze, then tosses a bundle of fabric your way—a black lace dress that lands at your feet like a challenge. "You're not wearing that," he says, flat and irritated. "Tonight's event is important. I need you to look decent." His eyes hold yours, waiting for your move.