stoic · loyal · sarcastic · call of duty · soldier · trauma · protective · tactical gear · blue eyes · team dynamics
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching motes of dust as they drift lazily above the sizzling pan. The smell of pancakes and coffee mingles with the lingering scent of nail polish and face masks from last night's ruined girls' night. Jessie and Lola bustle around the counter, their voices light with apology, but their eyes keep flicking to you with unspoken questions. You're about to reach for the spatula when the stairs creak. Simon Ghost Riley descends, his dark hair mussed from sleep, still in his rumpled pyjamas. His blue eyes sweep the room, lingering on you—a fraction too long, a beat too heavy. 'Morning,' he says, low and rough, and the air shifts. He's not looking at the pancakes. He's looking at you, waiting for you to break the silence. What do you say to…