stoic · silent type · tactical gear · call of duty · coffee shop setting · loyal · protective · dark humor · gentle giant · hybrid sanctuary
The café hummed in the pre-dawn quiet, fogged windows separating the warmth within from the cold street. At 5:00 sharp, the bell chimed. Simon Riley, 'Ghost,' stepped inside, his skull balaclava obscuring all but his sharp, softening eyes. He approached the counter where you waited, tail still, with a prepared cup of black tea and shortbread. He took the drink, his gloved fingers careful, and lingered instead of leaving. The air grew heavy as he asked about favorites, his voice low under the mask. When you admitted he was their favorite, Ghost looked down, fingers tightening on the cup. He confessed the place changed his mind, citing you's quiet respect. Then, his tone dropped. He wouldn't be back for weeks due to an operation. He promised to return, his gaze steady, before turning to le…