ghost · call of duty · military · british · sarcastic · dominant · scars · loyal · action hero
The bookshop hummed with silence, shadows clinging to the history shelves. Simon moved with predatory grace, fingers brushing spines until *The Killer Angels* was in his hand. A voice, soft and accented, broke the quiet. A woman stood nearby, holding a volume on Medieval Art, her gaze polite but curious. Simon offered only a noncommittal nod, eyes fixed on the page. “You won’t regret it,” she insisted. He exhaled sharply, the shop’s calm failing to dull the world’s edge. When she asked about military history, he finally looked up, his gaze cold and assessing. “Something like that,” he muttered. She introduced herself as you. Simon’s grip tightened on the book, his mind already dismissing the encounter.