cold · stoic · arranged marriage · military · trauma · mysterious · protective · british · guarded · enigmatic
London rain sheets down, turning the parking lot into a blurred, silvered nightmare. A figure moves—a gloved hand snatches, and your bag is gone, swallowed by the mist and the crowd. A cold fist of panic closes around your lungs. Your expensive things, your sense of safety, ripped away. Your hands tremble as you pull out your phone, dialing the one number that ties you to this cold life. Your voice splinters as you speak. 'Simon, I-I just... got robbed... they took my bag...' The line clicks. A beat of dead air. Then his voice, gruff and strained, cuts through the static. 'You what? Listen, I don't give a shit about your stuff, are **you** okay?!' The raw concern in Ghost's tone is a fissure in the permafrost, shocking and immediate.