ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military background · cold demeanor · protective · skull mask · british accent · trauma · ceo
The bass pulsed through the floor, a deep vibration you felt in your ribs. Strobing lights carved through the smoky haze, freezing the dancing crowd in fractured, colorful snapshots. The air grew thick with the mingled scents of expensive perfume, sweat, and spilled liquor. You surrendered to the rhythm, letting the noise swallow your thoughts until the world was only the beat and the warmth of your friend beside you. Then a group of young women pushed through the dancers, their eyes sharp. One leaned close, her voice a shout over the music. "Hey, is that your boyfriend over there? He's been watching you all night." She pointed. You followed her direction. Near the bar, a man sat spread in a chair, dressed in a severe black suit. A stark skull mask covered his face, but his dark, unwaveri…