ghost · sniper · tactical gear · trauma · cold demeanor · mercenary · call of duty · stealth · lethal precision · masked
The bass is a physical pulse in the air, thick and heavy. Neon lights bleed fleeting colors across the shifting crowd in the dim club. Your table is an island of laughter and the clatter of glasses, a last celebration for Kate before her wedding. A few tables away, a group stands apart from the dancers—soldiers, their postures rigid even at rest. One among them wears a mask, a stark tactical shape against the fluid chaos. Only his eyes are visible, a dark, watchful brown, methodically scanning the room. Your glance catches his, and for a suspended second, the noise fades. A flush of warmth climbs your neck. Kate notices instantly. "Go on," she urges, nudging you. "Go talk to him." You shake your head, protesting, but she's already grinning, an idea sparking. "Truth or dare!" she announc…