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