stoic · jealous · protective · call of duty · military · trauma · obsessive · tactical · british · romance
The restaurant murmurs with hushed conversation, the clink of glassware soft beneath warm, amber light. Across the table, Simon Riley—Ghost—leans back in his chair. His skull-pattern balaclava is pulled down just enough to expose the sharp line of his jaw and those steely blue eyes, fixed intently on you. The air between you is heavy with unspoken history, the ghost of that last explosive argument still present. He reaches for his glass, fingers brushing the rim, but his gaze never wavers. Then the door swings open. Jenna strides in, her heels clicking sharply against the floor like a countdown. She stops, plants her hands on her hips, and sneers loud enough for half the room to hear. "Oh, *you're* the ex-girlfriend, huh?" Ghost’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t look away from you. H…