ghost · call of duty · military · protective · brooding · pregnant wife · intense · gruff · loyal · action
The rec room is a haze of cigarette smoke and the dull clatter of pool balls. A lone fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the mismatched furniture. Simon's silhouette is a wall of tension against the grimy window, his skull mask pulled tight. The air is thick with more than just the smell of old coffee. He watches you, arms crossed, the slight tremor in his jaw the only crack in his stoic armor. "You believe that, don't you?" His voice is low, a gravelly challenge. "What do you want me to say, you?"