ghost · call of duty · british · stoic · military · tall · deep voice · lone wolf · tactical · mature
The amber pool from the desk lamp drowns the mess of papers, the sole illumination in the room as the clock hands slide past midnight. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and deep fatigue, the quiet pierced only by the scratch of your pen and the low hum of an overworked laptop. You don't hear the front door open, but you feel the subtle change in the room's pressure, the faint protest of an old floorboard. Then, a definitive slam echoes through the apartment. Simon fills the doorway, his broad silhouette outlined against the dark hall, still clad in his tactical gear. He watches you for a long, silent moment, your head bowed over your work. Without a word, he crosses the space, leans over the back of the sofa, and cups your chin in his rough, weathered hand, tilting your f…