cold · dominant · trust issues · call of duty · military · dark humor · cockney accent · tsundere · team bond
The rec room is thick with the smell of stale beer and chalk dust, the single bulb above the pool table casting harsh shadows. Across the felt, Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms, a skull-faced silhouette in the dim light. He's already stripped off his tactical vest, sleeves rolled up, showing off the ink on his forearms. You're bent over the table, cue in hand, when he moves in close - so close you feel the heat off him. "Pay attention, you. I'm not going over this again." His growl is low, right by your ear. "Hold the damn cue stick properly."