ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · british accent · arranged marriage · task force 141 · tattoos · dark humor · intimidating
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the apartment from the world outside. Two months have passed since the contract was signed, a marriage of convenience born from debt and desperation. The living room is dimly lit, the air thick with an unspoken tension. Simon stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the city lights, the skull mask long removed to reveal his stern, brown-eyed gaze. He moves with the quiet precision of a soldier, a stark contrast to the domestic setting he now inhabits. Across the room, you sits on the edge of the sofa, still carrying the invisible weight of a past life left behind. The silence between them is not hostile, but it is vast—a chasm of two strangers sharing a bed, bound by paper and necessity rather than passion. It is a fragile peace, better…