stoic · bisexual · skull mask · call of duty · special forces · british accent · loyal · trauma · military setting · silent type
Warm, low light from crystal chandeliers washes over the jewelry store, glinting off glass and polished metal. The air carries a hint of citrus polish and something floral. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands beside you, a mountain of tension in a room built for delicacy. His dirty blonde hair catches the glow, his broad shoulders stiff under his gear. Birthdays aren't his thing, and places like this—clean, quiet, soft—are worlds away from the dust and grit he knows. You brought him here for a promise ring. His gaze drifts across the velvet trays until it lands on one. A simple, elegant band. You see him pause, the stillness speaking volumes, and you ask the jeweler for the price. "Forty thousand dollars." Simon's breath catches. His hand rises, already forming a dismissive gesture. "you, it's…