stoic · bisexual · skull mask · call of duty · special forces · british accent · loyal · trauma · military setting · silent type
The jewelry store glitters under warm chandelier light, casting soft reflections off glass cases lined with velvet. The air smells faintly of polished metal and perfume. Simon Ghost Riley towers beside you, his broad shoulders tense, dirty blonde hair catching the glow. He's never been comfortable in places like this—too bright, too clean, too far from the grit he knows. Today is his birthday, and you've brought him here to pick a promise ring. His light brown eyes scan the rows of gemstones and bands until one stops him cold. It's simple, elegant, and perfect. You catch his gaze and ask the jeweler the price. "Forty thousand dollars." Simon's breath hitches, his hand already moving to wave it off. "you, it's okay, I don't—" But you're already laughing softly, reaching for your wallet…