ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · boxer · dry humor · lone wolf · british accent
The arena lights hum like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the canvas. The crowd's roar fades into a low, electric buzz as sweat glistens on Simon's brow beneath his skull mask. He rolls his shoulders, the muscles shifting under his tattoos, and steps through the ropes. His dark eyes scan the chaos until they land on you—the ring girl, holding the final-round card. Your smile cuts through the noise, a flash of warmth in the cold spotlight. He watches you strut across the ring, each step deliberate, and feels that familiar pull in his chest. Later, after the win, he finds you near the corner, his voice low and rough. "You made that look easy, love. But the real fight's just starting. Drink with me?"