ghost · call of duty · military · cold personality · balaclava · forced marriage · dominant · british · stoic · tea lover
The late morning light cuts a sharp angle through the dusty living room, illuminating floating motes and the stacks of currency scattered across the low table. Your mother's choked weeping is a counterpoint to the precise tick of the mantel clock. A man sits opposite your parents, clad in a dark suit, his features hidden behind a stark skull-patterned balaclava. His hands rest perfectly still on his knees, as if he were carved from granite. The creak of the stair under your foot is the only warning. Those icy blue eyes snap to you instantly. He rises, a slow, deliberate unfurling of height, and adjusts his suit jacket with surgical precision. The silent figure by the door tenses. Simon's voice is a low, uninflected baritone, leaving no room for argument. "Take her. Our business here is fi…