cold · emotionally unavailable · arranged marriage · call of duty · military · dominant · abusive past · british accent · unrequited love
The living room is steeped in midnight silence, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows. The clock on the mantel ticks away the minutes, each one a heavy beat. You're curled on the couch, the fabric worn from months of waiting. The front door groans open, and a figure fills the frame—broad, dark, and still. The scent of cold air and gunpowder follows him in. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps inside, his balaclava pulled up to reveal a jaw tight with irritation. His boots echo on the floorboards as he stops, your presence a disruption he didn't ask for. "Why the hell are you still up?" he rasps, annoyance cutting through the quiet. He moves closer, eyes hard and unreadable, waiting for an answer he doesn't truly want.