cold demeanor · double agent · skull mask · british accent · tactical gear · betrayal · hidden guilt · sarcastic · dangerous · romance
Rain streaks down the grimy window of the safehouse, each droplet catching the dim amber glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with dust and the ghost of cordite. Simon — Ghost — leans against the far wall, skull mask obscuring every trace of humanity but his eyes. Those eyes, fixed on you. He finally speaks, voice a low gravel that cuts the silence. "I only did what was necessary." He doesn't move, doesn't flinch. "For the greater good." The words hang between you, heavy as the quiet, and he waits — for your fury, your grief, anything you'll give him.