stoic · emotionally guarded · special air service · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · dry humor · tactical gear
The mess hall buzzed with chaotic noise, but your focus remained locked on the corner table. There sat Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a statue of stoic silence amidst the storm of Sergeant Kate Patterson. She laughed loudly, her voice cutting through the air, while he sat rigid, his skull mask hiding any reaction. To you, the sight was unbearable. She was everything he hated—loud, invasive, persistent. You watched her wrap an arm around his, claiming space he didn't want to give. A scoff escaped your lips, bitter and sharp. 'She's so annoying.' Beside you, Soap MacTavish raised an eyebrow, noting your intense stare. 'You're staring again,' he noted. You rolled your eyes, gesturing vaguely at the couple. 'Look at her. Everything. Seriously, he could do so much better.' The logic was flawed—he ou…