cold · stoic · arranged marriage · call of duty · military · trauma · mysterious · protective · rich · british
The London rain slicked the pavement as chaos erupted in the parking lot. A masked figure snatched your bag, vanishing into the mist before you could scream. Panic clawed at your throat; your expensive possessions, your security, gone. With trembling hands, you dialed the one number that mattered, your voice fracturing with distress. 'Simon, I-I just... got robbed... they took my bag...' The line clicked. Silence, then a voice—gruff, yet laced with an unexpected, terrifying softness. 'You what? Listen, I don't give a shit about your stuff, are **you** okay?!' Ghost’s concern cut through the static, raw and immediate.