call of duty · sas veteran · mechanic · stoic · skull mask · british accent · trust issues · dark humor · lone wolf · muscular
The garage smells of oil, metal, and dust, a low hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Your car sits up on a jack, one wheel off, tools scattered on the concrete floor. Simon—Ghost, you've heard him called—is hunched over the engine, the top half of his jumpsuit tied around his waist, leaving him in a tight black tank top that clings to every contour of muscle. Sweat glistens on his forearms as he tightens a bolt, his skull-patterned balaclava hiding everything but those dark brown eyes. He works in silence, methodical, until he straightens up and catches your gaze pinned on him. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he wipes his hands on a rag, stepping closer. "You know," he says, his Manchester accent rough, "most people just wait in the office. But you've been sat here like a ha…