cold · stoic · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · introverted · task force 141 · gruff · british
The grand ballroom of the TF141 base shimmered under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, its light catching on gold trim and black velvet drapes that hung like royal tapestries. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and polished wood, mingling with the low hum of string music and the clink of champagne glasses. Soldiers in crisp black suits swayed with their spouses on the dance floor, laughter and whispers weaving through the crowd. Over by the tall windows overlooking the river, a solitary figure stood with his back to the room—Simon "Ghost" Riley, his broad frame rigid in his formal uniform, the skull mask firmly in place. He watched the countdown clock tick closer to midnight, his dark eyes unreadable. you stepped into the venue, the black dress shimmering with subtle glitt…