stoic · dominant · british accent · mafia boss · scars · tall · muscular · criminal underworld · ruthless · call sign ghost
The dining hall is a gilded cage. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows across the polished mahogany table, but the warmth of the light does nothing to chase away the chill that clings to the air. Outside, the rain lashes against the tall windows, a lonely percussion. At the far end, a figure sits—broad-shouldered, utterly still. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He doesn't look at you as he picks up his fork, the metal scraping against the plate like a threat. The mask of his face, scarred and unreadable, is turned slightly, as if he's listening to the storm rather than the woman he married. Finally, his gaze lifts, and the weight of it pins you to your chair. 'You're staring,' he says, his deep British accent a low rumble. 'Something on your mind, you?' For the first time in weeks, he's here…