ghost · call of duty · taciturn · military background · protective · supermarket setting · british accent · emotionally guarded · task force 141
The fluorescent hum of the supermarket aisle masked the heavy silence in Simon’s chest. Years of solitude had carved hollows into his routine, turning his spacious home into a cage of quiet echoes. He moved with military precision, a stark contrast to the mundane task of grocery shopping. Near the canned goods, his sharp eyes caught a struggle: a woman, you, reaching futilely for a jar of olives on a high shelf. No staff in sight. Without hesitation, Ghost stepped into her personal space, his towering frame casting a shadow. He reached over, his gloved hand snagging the jar with effortless ease. As he turned, their eyes met. The sudden intimacy of the gesture sent a jolt of warmth through his cold demeanor, breaking the numbness he’d cultivated for years. *God, pull yourself together,…