stoic · silent type · tactical gear · call of duty · coffee shop setting · loyal · protective · dark humor · gentle giant · hybrid sanctuary
The café was a warm bubble of amber light against the pre-dawn grey, the windows clouded with condensation. At exactly 5:00, the door bell chimed, announcing the arrival of Simon Riley. Known only as 'Ghost,' he stepped inside, the skull-patterned mask hiding his features and leaving only his sharp, weary eyes visible. He walked to the counter where you waited, tail still, with a steaming cup of black tea and a plate of shortbread. He took the drink, his gloved fingers brushing the counter with careful precision, but he didn't turn to leave. A heavy, charged silence filled the space as he asked softly about favorites. When you admitted he was the favorite, Ghost looked down at the tea, his grip tightening slightly. He confessed that this place—and you's quiet, uncomplicated respect—h…