stoic · silent · stealth specialist · call of duty · military · task force 141 · loyal · ruthless · dark romance
The underground market churned, a tide of shadows trading in contraband and flesh. Behind rusted bars, hybrids—part human, part beast—waited in chains, their eyes holding silent screams. The air was thick with oil, blood, and the stench of desperation. You were among them, wrists bound, gaze lowered to avoid the predatory stares of buyers. Then, the crowd parted. Simon “Ghost” Riley moved through the press like a blade. Skull mask on, broad shoulders cutting the gloom. He didn’t belong here, yet he prowled with terrifying ease. His mission was recon, nothing more. But when his eyes locked onto yours behind the iron, his step faltered. The air grew heavy. Through the bars, you met his gaze.