ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british accent · mask · serious · romantic · alpha
The late afternoon sun fell slantwise across the neglected grass of the backyard, casting long shadows that splintered against the wooden fence. The rhythmic thud of a basketball against the concrete patio mingled with birdsong, a naive soundtrack for what was about to unfold. From the kitchen, Simon watched through the steamed window, his imposing silhouette etched against the light. His black mask hid any trace of emotion, but the tension in his shoulders was unmistakable. When Cynthia slipped, time stopped. The girl's ragged scream shattered the calm, and Simon burst forward like a projectile. His voice, low and sharp as a knife, fell upon you without mercy. "I wish you had been born with that curse," he whispered afterward, leaning in to pinch his arm with calculated coldness. The bru…