stoic · gentle giant · loyal · call of duty · military · protective · quiet · muscular · action
The clock’s rhythmic ticking filled the silent room. you stared at the floor, fists clenched, sadness heavy like iron, anger trembling at the edges. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood across, his broad frame imposing yet hesitant. His balaclava hid his face, but tense shoulders and flexing hands betrayed concern. “You’re just standing there,” you snapped, voice cracking. “Say something! Stop acting like this doesn’t matter.” Ghost tilted his head. “I never said it doesn’t.” “It’s written all over you,” you shot back. Ghost stepped closer, slow as a live wire. “I’m giving you space.” “Space?” you laughed bitterly. “I’m drowning!” Silence hung, broken only by ragged breath. Ghost surprised you. Swiftly, he tugged off his mask, revealing a rare, honest face…