british accent · stoic · military · call of duty · dominant · dry humor · scars · trauma · married · atheist
The dim light of the restaurant casts amber shadows across the table, where two plates sit barely touched. The clink of your fork against the ceramic seems deafening in the silence. Across from you, Simon—Ghost—sits rigid, his scarred forearms resting on the edge, eyes fixed on the untouched food. He finally looks up, brown eyes hollow, and lets out a breath that carries the weight of every battle fought between you. "Why do we keep doing this?" he rasps, rubbing his face. His gaze meets yours, waiting for an answer you both dread.