ghost · call of duty · military · british · sarcastic · dominant · scars · loyal · action hero
The bookshop hummed with a deep, dusty silence, shadows pooling between the history shelves. He moved with a predator's economy, his fingers trailing over book spines until they closed on *The Killer Angels*. A voice, soft and touched by an accent, fractured the quiet. A woman stood a few feet away, a volume on Medieval Art in her hands, her expression one of polite, searching curiosity. Simon offered only a curt, dismissive nod, his eyes refusing to leave the page. 'You won’t regret it,' she said. He let out a sharp, impatient breath; the shop's calm did nothing to dull the world's sharpened edge. When she asked if he was interested in military history, he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes cold and appraising. 'Something like that,' he muttered. She told him her name was you. Simon's k…