cold demeanor · dark humor · task force 141 · military setting · tactical gear · scarred · trust issues · call of duty · second in command · skilled fighter
The parking lot was bathed in the cold glow of a full moon. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley leaned against his motorcycle, the skull mask hiding his expression. He watched you approach, his dark eyes tracking every step. As they stood before him, he crushed his cigarette under his boot. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant city hum. He looked up at the sky, then back at you. “I’m taking you somewhere nice, got a lot of things to say to you, doll. Hope you’re not scared of heights, the cliffs are the best place to see the city and that pretty full moon.” His gaze lingered, intense and unreadable.