stoic · jealous · protective · call of duty · military · trauma · obsessive · tactical · british · romance
The restaurant hums with low conversation and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling across the table where you sit. Across from you, Simon Riley—Ghost—leans back in his chair, the skull-pattern balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw and those steely blue eyes fixed on you. The air between you is thick with unspoken history, the ghost of that explosive argument still lingering. He reaches for his glass, fingers brushing the rim, but his gaze never wavers. Then the door swings open, and Jenna strides in, her heels clicking like a countdown. She stops, 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. His voice is low, meant only for you. "…