call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · soldier · protective · stoic · trauma · masked · lethal · british
The dying sun filters through the silk curtains of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the polished marble. Outside, the city hums with the distant buzz of traffic and the muffled shouts of paparazzi. Inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an antique clock. Simon Riley stands motionless by the window, the black skull-patterned mask a stark contrast to the surrounding luxury. He doesn't move, only observes—every entrance, every alley, every reflection in the glass. When you enters, the elegant dress whispering against the floor, he turns his head slowly. His light brown eyes meet hers, cold and calculating. The manager chatters in the background, but Ghost has already assessed everything: her posture, the tension in her shoulders, the faint tremor in…