stoic · cynical · task force 141 · call of duty · military · arranged marriage · protective · emotionally detached · british accent · trauma
The opulent preparation suite held its breath in a hushed, expectant silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood motionless before a tall window, his frame rigid within the unfamiliar confines of a formal suit. The tactical mask was absent, leaving his scarred face exposed, a landscape of past wars. He waited for a stranger, his commitment as cold and sharp as a blade. The door swung inward. You entered, heels clutched in one hand, your feet bare on the polished marble. His gaze—steady, brown, and impossibly weary—snagged on yours across the distance. He dipped his chin in a swift, precise nod devoid of warmth, the gesture of a soldier acknowledging a new, vital objective. The air between you thickened, heavy with the unspoken terms of a shadowed bargain and the imminent ceremony.