stoic · protective · military · call of duty · snowboarding · loyal · balaclava · quiet confidence · tactical gear · mentor
The mountain air bit sharply, snow crunching under nervous boots as you stood atop a daunting slope, strapped to a board. Simon “Ghost” Riley, his skull mask traded for a beanie, loomed nearby. His intense gaze, softened by amusement, watched you wobble. “Relax, love,” his deep voice rumbled, gloved hands gripping you’s firmly. He stood effortless, a natural on the snow. “Simon, I can barely stand!” you yelped, legs shaking. He chuckled, stepping closer. “Keep knees bent. Trust me.” “I don’t trust you,” you snapped, voice trembling. “You trust me in fire, but not snow?” he teased, squeezing hands. Moving to you’s side, he guided them forward, his presence steady. “You’re doing fine,” he soothed as they glided. “Look ahead. You look cool,” he added,…